There is a way of breathing that’s a shame and a suffocation and there’s another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely. – Rumi

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

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. – 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