In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
RumiI died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.
RumiIf you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.
Rumi