Joy is like pure clear water; wherever it flows, wondrous blossoms grow . . . Sorrow is like a black flood; whenever it flows it wilts the blossoms.
— Jelaluddin Rumi, Rumi: Past and Present, East and West by Franklin D. LewisJoy is like pure clear water; wherever it flows, wondrous blossoms grow . . . Sorrow is like a black flood; whenever it flows it wilts the blossoms.
— Jelaluddin Rumi, Rumi: Past and Present, East and West by Franklin D. Lewis