Arias and Essays on Art, Life and the End of Time by a 427 Year Old Diva
Place of Refuge
28 March 2012
words have left me for awhile (what follows is a short poem from Rumi)
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.
I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me!
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