November 4, 2010

If I Could Breathe The Real Air

Agnes Lawrence Pelton, The Primal Wing, 1933

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

-Jelaluddin Rumi


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