The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
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