Just something from Rumi today, whose poetry has been like food and water to me for several years. This is from Daily Readings, translated by Coleman Barks:
A Voice through the Door
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door
calling you, as fish out of water
hear the waves, or a hunting falcon
hears the drum’s Come back. Come back.
This turning toward what you deeply love
saves you. Read the book of your life,
which has been given you.
A voice comes to your soul saying,
Lift your foot. Cross over.
Move into the emptiness
of question and answer and question.