I had never heard of Rumi until Robert Bly handed me this book and he said, ah, “These poems need to be released from their cages.”

It's a beautiful lucid dream that has language that I can fiddle with.

It's such a foolish thing to argue about names, when what we're doing is all one thing.

Just being sentient and in a body with the sun coming up is a state of rapture.

There's some sort of exchange that goes on between human beings that is one of the highest things we do.

[Rumi] is trying to get us to feel the vastness of our true identity... like the sense you might get walking into a cathedral.

If you think there's an important difference between being a Christian or a Jew or a Hindu or a Muslim or a Buddhist, then you're making a division between your heart, what you love with, and the way you act in the world.