“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field … I’ll meet you there.” ~ Rumi
"Where are you my beloved? she cried.
"I am not lost," he replied, "you are."
"You seek comfort in the yellow wheat fields,
in meadow grass where the wild flowers grow,
in houses of worship that breed division.
I am beyond the field; beyond colors,
beyond the senses of your realm
and your duality.
I dwell in the field of the singularity
a field that some call god,
but has no religion, race, or gender.
Come, find me here."
ah, yes; fields are so much more than tracts of land
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A very well composed and interesting poem, Well done, Sue.
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This is beautiful, Sue.
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A soothing thought. Well said.
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Thank you for such inspiring words. The One behind it all, yes, is beyond our divisions, beyond our limitations and imaginations, and is, yet inclusive and inviting. Thank you for those wonderful words. So true. Many blessings, Tadhg.
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Thanks so much, Tadhg😊
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Meet me without a decree – lovely
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Oh lovely. Just lovely. Breath of fresh air, this one. Dare I say, Rumi-esque?
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Thanks so much, Joey😊 Rumi is one of my faves.
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