I listen to “Nothing Would Matter At All”, and all I hear is this.
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.
–Rumi
I love this picture of you.
I like the quote, too, I think. I like Rumi for sure.
It’s just that one too many people I know has quoted that as justification for having extramarital affairs. Because you posted the quote in another context, I’m going to use taht as a catalyst to wipe out those old biases against it.
And think of it in its pure sense, the way it was (likely) intended.
Thank you for that.