I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more
RumiHear this if you can: If you want to reach him You have to go beyond yourself And when you finally arrive at the land of absence Be silent Donโt say a thing Ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there
RumiAll people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.
Rumi