Poetry ~ My Beloved

“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."