Come, come, whoever you are, Wanderer, worshipper, lover of learning? It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a hundred times Come, come again, come . . .
There is a community of the spirit . . .
Open your hands if you want to be held . . .
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking . . .
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
Rumi
