I read this poem maybe two or three days ago and I cannot seem to get it out of my head. I'm not exactly certain what it is about these words but I love them and I've found myself thinking of them when I should be trying to fall asleep. Tell me what you take from these words:
“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing
and right-doing, 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."
~Jalalud’din Rumi 13th-century