Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. – Rumi

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruit other than sorrow and joy. – Rumi

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. – Rumi