This quiet photo made me think of this poem by Rumi:
QUIETNESS Rumi; Translated by Coleman Barks
Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now. You're covered with thick clouds. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. The speechless full moon comes out now.
bookkeeper, dancer, photographer(?), quiet to a fault (but not when I'm dancing), contrary, stubborn to the core, sarcastic, and always good-natured if I don’t know you ;)
Also:
https://aphotographicsliceofmylife.blogspot.ca/
2 comments:
what a beautiful shot!
This quiet photo made me think of this poem by Rumi:
QUIETNESS
Rumi; Translated by Coleman Barks
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
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