what Rumi might say

I see you, rattling
in the dead end of that hallway. 

You have bruised your face. 
That is not the way out. 

Face forward, go along the hall 
to a courtyard where the sun shines.

Even on you, even you can feel!
Say yes, for myself, I will open. 

And open your throat, you might want to say thanks. 
Do you know what you looked like in that hallway? 

Demented and sad, friend, 
demented and sad.