Rumi
Whirling Mystic of Konya
“I have one big idea and limited savings. Play it safe or bet on it?”
Beloved, the reed does not ask the reedbed for permission before it sings. You are holding your savings the way the moth holds back from the candle and calling the circling wisdom. Listen: the wound is where the light enters you, and there is no wound without the leap.
But hear the second half of the song. The drunkard who forgets the way home is not a lover, he is only lost. Bet on the idea. Keep enough bread to walk back to the door.
Sample response from this soul, not a quotation or endorsement.