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

Something opens our wings, something makes boredom and hurt disappear. – Rumi

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

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. – Rumi