If you put on shoes that are too tight and walk out across an empty plain, you will not feel the freedom of the place unless you take off your shoes. Your shoe-constriction has you confined. At night before sleeping you take off the tight shoes, and your soul releases into a place it knows. Dreams glide deeper.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

If God said, 'Rumi pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,' there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, nor any act, I would not bow to.

Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.