Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side. 
Become the sky.
Take an ax 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.

Rumi


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