By Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
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
language, ideas, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
From The Great Wagon" Ch. 4 : Spring Giddiness, p. 36
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