Poem from Rumi.  Rendered by Coleman Barks

Stop the words now.

Open the window in the centre of your chest,

and let the spirits fly in and out.

Awe is the salve

that will heal our eyes.

And keen, constant listening.

Stay out in the open like a date palm

lifting its arms. Don’t bore mouse-holes

in the ground, arguing inside

doctrinal labyrinths.

The mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question, nor is it bought by going to amazing places. Until you’ve kept your eyes and your wanting still for fifty years, you don’t begin to cross over from confusion.

There comes a time when nothing is meaningful except surrendering to love. Do it!