Saturday, November 25, 2006

"There is a field. I'll meet you there."



In order to be here now I need to do something with being there then. So I re-work the collage from yesterday, adding plant life and candles, a little altar of sorrow for all of it.

"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."

Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi - 13th century

1 comment:

rocknrobin said...

The field is beautiful. Devastating. And gorgeous. Ripe and filled with opportunity. Pain-full and Joy-full, at once.
Your invitation is undeniable.

Thanks for waiting...

Your roomie,
Robin