The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
Poetry by Rumi.
Photo: Logic of the Birds by Shirin Neshat, 2001 via Moon River
What a beautiful, peaceful photo. Ah, to be that free ....
Posted by: Terry | Sunday, 05 February 2006 at 01:38 PM