Sunday, December 02, 2007
I'll Meet You There
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, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
—Jelaluddin Rumi, 1207-1273
(Translated from the Persian by Coleman Barks and John Moyne)
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