I'll meet you there...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there lies 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.

- Rumi

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Version by Coleman Barks
"Open Secret"
Threshold Books, 1984