Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. – Rumi

The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me. – Rumi

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one. – Rumi

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. – Rumi