7 February 2017


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 borm 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've died.
your old life was a frantic running
From silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.

- Rumi

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