RUMI

 

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and became animal, I died as animal and I was human. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die, to soar With angels blest; but even from angelhood I must pass on: all except God perishes. Only when I have given up my angel-soul, Shall I become what no mind has ever conceived. Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence Proclaims in organ tones, To God we shall return.