Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

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.

Ideas, language, and even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.



(Translation, Eternal Rumi, Rumi c. 532 A.D.)

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3 thoughts on “

  1. so much keeps happening…i am in new york some how  monday…and i am looking to take guy up on offer of house..i want to go now…i will get a job once i am in new york….i willl look for one i am sure i will find a job…
    miss you truly…but soon i will be there…

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