a favorite Rumi poem

Freedom is a door that's always open.

Nobody passes through it - that's the price of admission.

The immovable obstacle blocking our entrance is nothing but

our own conviction that we are not already free,

even that there is some door we must go through to be free,

perhaps that the key to that door is in another's hands,

or that what we are is something that could possibly be free or bound -

in other words, ourselves.

Some try to make themselves small enough to squeeze through,

others big enough to burst through -

neither realizing that this door stands on the edge of a cliff,

opening into a fathomless darkness that

freely and serenely swallows big and small alike,