numatari
"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"-
does not make any sense."
Rumi
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[...]
Why must we meet, why must we part,
why must we bear this yoke of MUST,
Without our leave or askt or given,
by tyrant Fate on victim thrust?
[...]
"And this is all, for this we're born
to weep a little and to die!"
So sings the shallow bard whose life
still labours at the letter "I."
[...]
from The Kasidah of Haji Abdu El-Yezdi
by Richard F. Burton
