Communication from my Beloved

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.




Connie my love,

This is what I came across last night, among much else within Rumi’s transforming wisdom.

Am I right that this is the field we’ve been seeking for some time now, but have found all the wrong words – or, wrongly, tried using words at all - in trying to express for each other? How many Virgos does it take to analyze a bulb’s light?

My soul longs to lie in that grass with yours. Perhaps beside; perhaps entwined. Again, just words.

I am moistened by our dew.


Christo