"Help!" a man shouted. "Has anyone found a key lying in the road? This is my house, this is my door, but I have lost my key."
A wandering Sufi walked towards him.
"Do you have my key?" the man asked eagerly.
"No, I don't have your key," said the Sufi. "But don't worry. Just stay here near the door, even though it's shut. Be patient, and someone will open the door for you. You are lucky: I do not have a door or a key. I pray to God that I might find my own door, open or shut!"
Inspired by: The Conference of the Birds by Farid Ud-Din Attar, translated by S. C. Nott
Notes: This is in section 43: The Lost Key.
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