Rumi on love, life and living:
In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no ones sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
I am filled with you.
Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.
There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust.
Nothing in this existence but that existence.