Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose, you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? – Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms. – Rumi

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