Text: Emily Dickinson
No rack can torture me,
My soul’s at liberty.
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend my scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
The eagle of his nest
no easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So’s liberty.
KARI HARNESHAUG 