Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, “How are you?” and no one says How aren’t you? – Rumi

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window. – Rumi

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains…. – Rumi

Be empty of worrying…. Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks