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
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Excerpt from the translations of Coleman Barks
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This one hearkens back to "Description of Love"...the field need not be talked about, it will be lived...it will be experienced...delicious metaphors Rumi uses...the idea of lying in a field of grass...so appealing to the senses and to the mind...but I wonder is it also a metaphor for laying down one's life...?...Wonderful poet, never can say this enough...Peace, Rhonda
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And yet we still read
From guest The Oralce fo Love (contact)
One day out there in a field, I will meet you, Rumi, and we will know that it was not the first, nor the last, for we are not of this world and strong enough to hold the silence in all the senses. M. Nelson
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