The Field
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
-Rumi-
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