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.
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 -

Høsten har mye å minnes, så mye å være taus om
og den  har små arr som lukket rare sår senhøsten i fjor.
Den hegner om et  hausthjarte så mørkt den kan. Indigonatt.











