I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud. – Rumi

You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper! – Rumi

Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come! – Rumi

…my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair. – Rumi