Rumi PoemOut 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.
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5 comments:
these are both awesome, love 'em.
Sweet photograph a pleasure to look at :)
Beautiful photo. I like the treatment.
Yes, yes this definitely fits the prompt! Such a sweet, joyous interpretation. Lovin' it.
oh how pretty!
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