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.

 

From Soul of Rumi

by Coleman Barks