Before death takes away what you are given,
give away what is there to give.
No dead person grieves for his death. He mourns only what
he didn't do. Why did I wait? Why did I not . . . ? Why did I
neglect to . . . ?
I cannot think of better advice to send. I hope you like it.
May you stay in your infinity.
"One hundred and forty-seven of Rumi's letters survive. Many of them contain lines of poetry composed while writing the letters."