A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

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

This love is the rose that blooms forever. – Rumi