Dahlia

“There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

“There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

“You run back and forth listening for unusual events,
peering into the faces of travelers.
"Why are you looking at me like a madman?"
I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

“But can you think of anyone who's not hazy with smoke?”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi