And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow. – Rumi

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. – Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. – Rumi