Poetry

Rumi:

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.

| NFT maker & AI artist | Interested in poetry and art |

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