I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones,
The streams broad and banked with thick grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?
      Han-shan
       (T’ang dynasty 618-906)

Gamble everything for love.
Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty,
You set out to find God,
but then keep stopping for long periods at
     mean-spirited roadhouses.
Dive in the ocean,
leave and let the sea be you.
                  Jalal al-Din Rumi
                      1207-1273