Top Highlights

• Rumi says that merely being in a body and sentient is a state of pure rapture. Form is ecstatic.
• Love is the religion, and the universe is the book.
• The dry and wet of a love affair, those tears are identical to the taking in and giving away of a waterwheel’s turning.
• The keys that open all gates are strapped to love’s chest.
• Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinate as birdwings.