I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
RumiOh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.
Rumi