Monday, December 1, 2008

Poetry by Rumi

(no art today ... just a lovely poem)

Out beyond ideas of 
wrong doing and right doing,
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 sense

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