You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper! – Rumi

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

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window. – Rumi

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you’ve grown, lifting. – Rumi