Moving On

I died as a mineral and became a plant,

I died as plant and rose to animal,

I died as animal and became Man.

Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blessed; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: ‘all except God doth perish’.

When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind has ever conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for non-existence
roclaims in organ tones, “To Him we shall return.”

— Rumi

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