Become the Sky

by 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 a 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.

Notice how in this poem “Become the Sky” by Jalal ad-Din Rumi, a Sufi mystic, born in what is now Afghanistan he doesn’t say there are conditions for this freedom or that there are special ones who “get it”, for you already are that freedom.

He simply says - find it right in this very moment