Don’t insiston going where you think
you want to go.
Ask the way to the Spring.
Your living pieces will form a harmony.
There is a moving palace
that floats through the air,
that floats through the air,
with balconies and clear water
running in every part of it,
running in every part of it,
infinity everywhere,
yet contained under a single tent.
yet contained under a single tent.
Rumi
