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.
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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