saturday morning poem

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing,
there is a field.
I will meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn’t make any sense.
-Rumi (Sufi Mystic  1207-1273 A.D)

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