“I used to want buyers for my words.
Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.
I’ve made a lot of charmingly profound images,
…
I’m so tired of what I’ve been doing.
Then one image without form came,
And I quit.
Look for someone else to tend the shop.
I’m out of the image-making business.
Finally, I know the freedom of madness.
A random image arrives. I scream “Get out!”
It disintegrates.
Only love.
Only the holder the fits into,
And wind.
No flag.”
By Jalalludin Rumi
