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

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

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

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. – Rumi