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The ship you are riding on,
look where it is heading;
Your body’s port is the graveyard.
Realizing the destiny of each clay bowl
tossed into the sky with no one to catch it
I finally accepted the Beloved’s kind offer
to enroll in his sublime, ball-busting course
Of Spirit Love.
Hafiz
With permission, translation by Daniel Ladinsky
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Printed on archival paper with archival ink. Edition of 200 for each size.
Small | 11" x 14" | $150 |
Medium | 24" x 36" | $450 |
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The moon is most happywhen it is full. And the sun always lookslike a perfectly minted gold coinThat was just Polishedand placed in flightby God’s playful Kiss.And so many varieties...
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If the falling of a hoof ever rings the temple bells,If a lonely man's final scream before he hangs himselfAnd the nightingale's perfect lyric of happiness all become an equal...
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