Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.
RumiDaylight, 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? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
RumiI was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honeyโฆ Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soulโฆ Love says, โYou are right, but donโt claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.
Rumi