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 any sense.
~Rumi~
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This is one of my favorite Rumi pieces ever!
Bethie … You are making such a beautiful sanctuary here. I love what you are doing with Simply Blessed. I feel blessed every time I visit.
Gosh, Amy, I’m blushing. My blog is very much a labor of love, though there’s not much labor and a lot of love. You know I never knew those last two lines of this Rumi piece till
yesterday. Love you, Bethie