Rumi

“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.

 

This is potent, to me. I drink up the words – they speak to the part of me that so desires stillness, and love. And clarity.

 

… “even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense” … it sounds like the end – the end of suffering. Of wanting. Of painful desires and pleasurable ones too.

I want to feel that.

I … I …I  …. See, I am so far away. I am still waiting for the word that follows “I am …” I cannot yet leave it as I Am.

 

Where to from here?

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Rumi

    1. I’ve often mused that if I could paint, or play music, or sing I could stop the words and express without the need for paper and pen … Though, much gratitude always for being able to connect in any way which comes to me.

      Your blog is beautiful – thanks for sharing your thoughts. Namaste.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s