Life is a bath of flower

“No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower.

So the nightbirds will start singing.” 

― Rumi, Night and Sleep

But learn this custom

from the flower:
silence your tongue.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. ~Rumi

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. 

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give. ~Rumi