Wish: Black hole

Acrylic on wood Romi’s poem Said: “You’re not mad, don’t belong here,” then I went mad, bound up in chains Said: “You are drunk, get out of here,” then I got drunk, bubbling with joy Said: “You’re not dead, not in joy drowned,” before his face, I died and bowed Said: “You’re so smart, drunk on your doubt,” a fool I became, straight lifted out Said: “You’re the candle of this folk,” I said, “I’m not, I’m wisps of smoke” Said: “You’re a shaykh, you’re the leader.” “I’m but a slave to your command.” He said: “You have feathers and wings. I will not give you feathered wings.” Seeking these wings, I lost my wings. New fortune said: “Don’t come my way, I’ll come to you.” Old love then said: “Don’t leave my heart.” I said, “I won’t, I’ll stay, I’m still.” You are the fountain of the sun, I am the shade of the willow, You strike my head, I drop and melt