I 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.
RumiYou are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
RumiA man or a woman is said to be absorbed when the water has total control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer moves around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the water's going. Any word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of speaking or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall, and you know that it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that. They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.
Rumi