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

Sally (-;

“Out beyond ideas
of wrong-doing
and right-doing,
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.

The breeze at dawn
has secrets to tell you.

Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for
what you really want.

Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going
back and forth
across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”

Rumi (A Great Wagon)

Tessa, 2015
Categorized as Poetry Tagged
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