There Is One Way Of Breathing That

If God Said, 'rumi Pay Homage To Everything That Has Helped You Enter My Arms,' There Would Not Be One Experience Of My Life, Not One Thought, Not One Feeling, Nor Any Act, I Would Not Bow To.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

When Love For God Has Been Doubled In Your Heart, There Is No Doubt That God Has Love For You.

Love Is Such A Vast Sea, It Has Neither Edges Nor Ends Nor Corners.