Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear thinking. The entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
Note: The title of each extract from RUMI’s work is entirely self-made. It is not found in the books.
We are the night ocean filled with glints of light, We are the space between the fish and a moon, while we sit here together.
Birdsong bring relief to my linging.
I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say!
Please, universal soul, practice some song, or something, through me!
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