Finally, Rumi’s lines reshape perception itself. If the garden’s ecstasy can persist invisibly, then wisdom includes learning where to look—toward the root-level signs of life: subtle resilience, small routines, steady love, the ability to begin again. What appears dormant may be intensely alive in forms we don’t yet recognize.
So the quote ends as both comfort and instruction. Winter is real, but it isn’t the final verdict; beneath it, the roots keep their riot, and the deeper joy continues to insist on its own season. [...]
