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

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – Rumi

Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free. – Rumi

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