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.
Meet me there, Love,
filled with a touch,
will be made One
in heart and soul
and carry that fullness
into the world
and it will be made better
by simply being
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