The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.
RumiWe are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
RumiAngels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.
Rumi