Be with those who help your being. <br />Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath <br />comes cold out of their mouths. <br />Not these visible forms, your work is deeper. <br /> <br />A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces. <br />If you don't try to fly, <br />and so break yourself apart, <br />you will be broken open by death, <br />when it's too late for all you could become. <br /> <br />Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots <br />and makes them green. <br />Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-with-those-who-help-your-being/
