From "The Great Wagon":
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
...
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.
Excerpt From: Coleman Barks. “The Essential Rumi - reissue.” iBooks. https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-essential-rumi-reissue/id381183707?mt=11
Both are from the same poem, and initially I was only going to post the longer section, but I changed my mind and added the earlier bit.
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