Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

There is a way of breathing that’s a shame and a suffocation and there’s another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely. – Rumi

…the cypress tree is turning green, drunk with the forest. – Rumi

Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks