Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

I will conquer the whole world and fill it with myself

Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.

Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah…it makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.

I will be waiting here.... For your silence to break, For your soul to shake, For your love to wake!

If God said, 'Rumi pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,' there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, nor any act, I would not bow to.

Woman is the light of God.