Become Nothing to Become Everything

Become Nothing to Become Everything

Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of sky.
The bowl breaks.

Everywhere is falling everywhere.

Nothing else to do.


Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass,
and fall toward the glassblower’s breath.
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.

-Rumi

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