“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.”
I stumbled upon this one today and remembered the first time I heard it... goodness... 1997, Kingview, Ontario. Has it really been 15 years? I have to smile when I think of that circle of souls. I miss that space and yet... here, in the chambers of my heart, I still sit in it. :)