This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred... - Rumi

"This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say."

"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet."

"Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free."

"What you seek is seeking you."

"You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?"