There is some kiss
We want with our whole lives,
The touch of Spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
It needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask the moon
To come and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door and
Open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
Only the window.
Poetry of Rumi
