Thursday Poem

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in the 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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Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

from A Book of Luminous Things
Harcourt (Harvest Books) 1993
transaltion: Coleman Barks and John Moyne

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