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
the astonishing light of your being