There is no reality but God, says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings. - Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

In the heavens I see your eyes,
In your eyes I see the heavens.

Why look for another Moon or another Sun? — What I see will always be enough for me.

You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.