Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.
RumiMy place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
Rumi