An eternal fort over Azerbaijan's mountains

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Rumi

The countryside

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Rumi

Immortal Fort

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Rumi

Green slopes surrounding the castle