Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down n that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn't make any sense.
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down n that grass,
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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