There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.
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