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

If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. – Rumi

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