INTERNATIONAL RUMI YEAR (VI)
"Only the holder the flag fits into and wind. No flag"

I have lived on the lip

of insanity, wanting to know reasons,

knocking on a door. It opens.

I've been knocking from the inside.

The way of love is not

a subtle argument.

The door there

is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles

of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,

they're given wings.

(trad. Coleman Barks e John Moyne)

(2007)