Rush Naked

A lover looks at creek water and wants to be that quick to fall, to kneel, then all

the way down in full prostration. A lover wants to die of his love like a man with

dropsy who knows that water will kill him, but he can't deny his thirst. A lover loves

death, which is God's way of helping us evolve from mineral to vegetable to animal, the one

incorporating the others. Then animal becomes Adam, and the next will take us beyond what

we can imagine, into the mystery of we are all returning. Don't fear death. Spill your

jug in the river! Your attributes disappear, but the essence moves on. Your shame and fear

are like felt layers covering coldness. Throw them off, and rush naked into the joy of death.

Rumi