Let’s give ourselves to the joy-dance, friends!
Let’s waste no time dying to this new Love!  

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
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 from silence.

The speechless full moon
Comes out now.

Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
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