The joys of union with the Spiritual Beloved are inexpressible in speech.

According to Rumi, at the end of the story of the three princes, the eldest prince, who had not obtained the king’s daughter, found something far greater: union with the King, an image of God, who cherished him lovingly; just as the moon shines brighter after waning, the lover grows by fading into love. Today, give up a small thing you wanted for yourself, a place, the last word, and offer it out of love, tasting what this gift makes grow within you.