I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars. – Rumi

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. – Rumi

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I’ve lived too long where I can be reached. – Rumi

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. – Rumi