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 vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. – Rumi

For how many times you knock on the door, and for how many times you don’t realize that each knock comes deep from your heart, you still get a response and the door opens.

Yes, my friend. You are still endlessly searching. You searched so much that you stuck with it, not realizing that your search was over and the door had opened for you.

But now it’s time to enter and start to feel what you have been always searching for: love, my dear, love.

It’s a love that burns to the bones, one where your mind, your thoughts, and your self (yes, your very self that you always assumed to be) burn to ashes.

And then your real love can start once you find the diamond of truth that you always were and always will be.

Take the diamond and look inside it. See the many colors and the radiance. It’s breathtaking.

You hold it and place it in your heart with a smile on your face.

You close your eyes and start to feel.

Feel your truth, what you have always been.

You are the love that you searched for.

You are the Truth.

And the door, the door to the heart, has always been open for those who knock on it, just like when Rumi said, “Come, come, whoever you are.”