Art by Beverley Ash Gilbert

Without a net, I catch a falcon
and release it to the sky,
hunting God.

This wine I drink today
was never held in a clay jar.

I love this world,
even as I hear the great wind
of leaving it rising,

for there is a grainy taste

Art: Tomás Sánchez

You Found Me
(translated by Haleh Liza Gafori)

You found me once again,
you thief of hearts.
In drunken ecstasy,
you searched the bazaar and found me.

Even through sleepy-lidded, love-drunk eyes,
you spotted me.
I ran to the tavern

Learn to recognize the false dawn from the true;
distinguish the color of the wine from the color of the cup.
Then it may be that patience and time may produce,
out of the spectrum-viewing sight,
true vision, and you will behold colors other than th

The beginning of the universe is confusion, tumult.
The end is a shake and a quake.
Love and gratitude are the same as complaints.
Peace and comfort go hand-in-hand
With jolts and shakes.

The thorn and rose go together.
When a jeweler weighs gold,
He

Art: Ai Lan

You are that blessed soul who
belongs to the garden of paradise,
is it fair to let yourself
fall apart in a shattered house?

You are the bird of happiness
in the magic of existence,
what a pity! Why you let
yourself be chained and caged?

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