You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life? – Rumi

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – Rumi

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. – Rumi

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light. – Rumi