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.
We are the mir­ror as well as the face in it.
We are tast­ing the taste this minute
of eter­ni­ty. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold wa­ter and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute, so we can cry out with lov­ing.
You would rather throw stones at a mir­ror?
I am your mir­ror, and here are the stones.

– The Es­sen­tial Ru­mi