Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
RumiI want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.
RumiKnow the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.
Rumi