Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Come, come, whoever you are,
wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving,
it doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times.
Come, come again, come.
When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
You have to keep breaking your heart
until it opens.
These pains you feel are messengers.
Listen to them.
The moment you accept what troubles you’ve
been given, the door will open.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
Whatever you are, and whatever you do,
be in love.
Your heart knows the way.
Run in that direction.
Your heart is the size of an ocean.
Go find yourself in its depths.
— Rumi
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