Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.

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.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

There's a path from your HEART to mine.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.