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

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

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

Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks