Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet. – Rumi

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God. – Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. – Rumi