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Open the door to the sufi.He has a gift to give you.Himself.Leave with him and live.I never knew the freedom of wandering.Homeless, yet a guest in the house of GodSheltered by this beautiful world He createdFor too long I have limited my existenceTo the confine of walls.Now I dwell everywhereWith the leaves and water ripplesI am one.I know too manyWho cherish their walls.I say, Break them.Find a door.Knock.You have a gift for the owner of the house.