Pure souls, didnโt I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.
RumiThere is an unseen sweetness in the stomachโs emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .
Rumi