I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud. – Rumi

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, “How are you?” and no one says How aren’t you? – Rumi

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I’ve lived too long where I can be reached. – Rumi

You are a fountain of the sun’s light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky. – Rumi