Inside the new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
~ Rumi (trans. Coleman Barks)