And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
RumiYou are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.
RumiWhen your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.
Rumi