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’ve died.
	Your old life was a frantic running
	from silence.

	The speechless full moon
	comes out now.

				                             (Rumi, 1995, p. 22)