Not to see what appears to your self
Flying to the heavens,
tearing, every instant,
a hundred veils!
The first moment
to renounce life,
The last step
to travel without feet!
To see this world as invisible.
Not to see what appears to your self.
Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. — Rumi
Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other. — Rumi
Be patient, even if every possibility seems closed. — Rumi