This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers -Peonies, Mary Oliver
02 March 2009
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.
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