There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the soundbox is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new v…itality makes you spring up the steps before you. Be empty and cry as a reed instrument. Be empty and write secrets with a reed pen.

- RUMI

(via Farah Malik)