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

Don’t put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur. – Rumi

Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. – Rumi

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live. – Rumi