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| Old Wheeler fields where I used to go parking as a youngster |
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" -
do not make any sense.
From The Essential Rumi, page 16. Translated by Coleman Barks.
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there is a place...
East or West, it all points to that place most of us can only be once we are dead, with teasing glimpes as we live
worrying where the money will come from to keep the bills paid or if that is not a concern still all the others
how are those i love what will i do about
won't time stop for a moment so i can get my breath
driven by need by the world in and aroud us
I guess we also need to imagine, and occassionally experience, however briefly, the sese of that field that is beyond....
A place to go, perhaps, when we feel too weak to fight for ourselves or others anymore.
I am suspicious of the comfort that will be dashed, the calming voice that soothes true lies away, ...the search for perfectly full emptiness.
Just as I am that prayer will change the course of things in this world
and i do not believe i another in any way that has to do with people as beings.
But I do desire that field.
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