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 sense.

~<>~

Daylight, full of small dancing particles

And the one great turning, our souls

Are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.

Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

~~from A Great Wagon by Rumi

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