out beyond the ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field; I will meet you there. *
out there where the mornings and evenings
greet, at that horizon of the sphere.
out where joy and sorrow merge,
ill look for you where the tides surge.
out where joy and sorrow merge,
ill look for you where the tides surge.
beyond all that speaking and listening,
there is a silent song i will be singing.
no windows or walls, and no doors,
where the perpetual wait sits on the thresholds.
there is a field, I will meet you there,
in that moment void of all that is, now, here ...
-jm
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* The first two lines are by Rumi
