Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
RumiYou are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
RumiWhen something goes wrong, accuse yourself first. Even the wisdom of Plato or Solomon can wobble and go blind
Rumi