What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
I could explain this,
but it would break the glass cover over your heart,
and there’s no fixing that.
You must have shadow and light.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.
When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on you,
be quieter than a dove.
Don’t even open your mouth
for a coo.
– R u m i