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
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