Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

Rumi – The essential Rumi – Coleman Barks


I once asked a bird

‘How is that you fly in this gravity of darkness?

She responded: ‘Love lifts me’



I wish I could show you

when you are lonely or

in darkness

the astonishing light of your being