By Moulana Jalaluddin Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks.
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,
scenes with Abraham, and Abrahams's father, Azar,
who was also famous for icons.
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
A random image arrives. I scream,
"Get out!" It disintegrates.
Only the holder the flag fits into,
and wind. No flag.