Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you have died.
Your old life was a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
Jalaluddin Rumi, Sufi poet
source: Barks, C. (Trans.) (1997). The essential Rumi. Edison, NJ: Castle Books, p.22