A Story They Know

The Talented Works of Josephine Wall
Notice a pattern? Contemporary art!


It’s time for us to join the line of your
madmen all chained together.  Time to be

totally free, and estranged.  Time to give
up our souls, to set fire to structures and

run out in the street.  Time to ferment.  How
else can we leave the world-vat and go to

the lip?  We must die to become true human
beings.  We must turn completely upside down

like a comb in the top of a beautiful woman’s
hair.  Spread out your wings as a tree lifts

in the orchard.  As seed scattered on the
road, as a stone melts to wax, as a candle

beccomes the moth.  On a chessboard the king
is blessed again with his queen.  With out

faces so close to the love mirror, we must
not breath, but change to a cleared place

where a building was and feel the treasure
hiding inside us.  With no beginning or end we

live in lovers as a story they know.  If you
will be the key, we’ll be tumblers in the lock.

~Jelaluddin Rumi, (1207-1273)

No beginning, no end.  Just love. Just life. 


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