Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation! – Rumi

Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, Here I am! – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. – Rumi

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks