O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, Be all โ worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance, Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares โ Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
RumiIn the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.
Rumilet's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.
Rumi