i wish there was a field
somewhere that when you
stood in it you were standing
with everyone you've
ever known or loved
even if they don't talk
to you anymore, have
become famous, addicated
to drugs, or are dead.
*my friend eleni tells me that
i channel the poet Rumi. she
sent me this poem by him, which
i had never read. its beautiful.
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.
