My friend Kinde reminds me today of this Rumi passage, oft-quoted. That’s Rumi, the Sufi Scholar and Persian Poet of the 1200s.
“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.”
It’s a passage that points to another way. Another expression of the heart. It hints beyond the popular, but narrow, versions of what is passed off as necessarily either wright or wrong. It points to something more rich, textured, lovely, and inviting. It points to an invitation — “I’ll meet you there.”
So rich.
And so much, the work of the day.
I’m glad to carry this into a Monday (thx Kinde).
