Poetry Month: Moving with Rumi

I've finally begun sleeping in my new apartment!  I feel so much better now.  Everything is a mess still, but the mess can now begin to become better.  Also, it's MY Mess, not a roommate's mess. I am, however, too exhausted to come up with anything apropos, so here is one of my favorite lines of Rumi.

We are a garden

with plants and birdsong moving through us like rain.