That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

The Core Of The Seen And Unseen Universe Smiles, But Remember Smiles Come Best From Those Who Weep. Lightning, Then The Rain-laughter.

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.

Ways Of Worshipping Are Not To Be Ranked As Better Or Worse Than One Another . . . It's All Praise, And It's All Right.

If God Said, 'rumi Pay Homage To Everything That Has Helped You Enter My Arms,' There Would Not Be One Experience Of My Life, Not One Thought, Not One Feeling, Nor Any Act, I Would Not Bow To.