Anthony Becker

Feathers of the Soul
Anthony Becker

Statements (short paragraph):
“The world, as far as I can see,
Is like a box, and we are locked inside,
Lost in the darkness of our sin and pride;
When death removes the lid we fly away –
If we have feathers – to eternal day,
But those who have no feathers must stay here,
Tormented in this box by pain and fear.
Give wings to aspiration; love the mind;
And if at death you’d leave this box behind,
Grow wings and feathers for the soul; if not,
Burn all your hopes, for you will die and rot.”
   - excerpt from The Confence of the Bird (Farid Ud-Din Attar)

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