“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”
Roses are still blooming, and they will do so until the frost.
“Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast!
For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.”
“When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.”
― Rumi, Teachings of Rumi