Rubai'yat - La raison - la folie de Djalal-od-Din Rumi

Ce monde est, sache-le, comme le sang dans nos veines
Comment le sang peut-il dormir, quand il est dans nos veines?
Ce n'est pas le chagrin, mais le signe de la folie qui est dans nos veines :
Car en elles se trouve le magicien de la magie.

The Journey by David Whyte

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.