“No flag” poem by Rumi

“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