Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we canโt see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
RumiWe should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.
RumiAny wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."
Rumi