The Ascending soul

The Ascending soul

 

I died a mineral and became a plant,

I died as plant and rose to animal,

I died as animal and I was man.

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

Yet once more I shall die as man, to sour,

With angels blessed; But even from angel hood,

I must pass on: all except God doth perish

When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,

I shall become what no mind ever conceived.

Oh let me not exist! For Non-Existense

Proclaims in organ tones. “To Him we shall return”

 

Rumi

 

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