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

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

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

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth. – Rumi