Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.
RumiAre you jealous of the oceanโs generosity? Why would you refuse to give this joy to anyone? Fish donโt hold the sacred liquid in cups! They swim the huge fluid freedom.
RumiI want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
Rumi