Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth. - Rumi

This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

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.

إظهر كما أنت وكن كما تظهر.