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.
Rumi, 13th Century Poet
Many clutch too tightly to their beliefs
of what is right and what is wrong.
It pushes them away from the community
with others and inflicts discord and chafing.
The intolerance that is born can escalate
and that discomfort can grow unhealed.
Do you not see that beliefs can expand
to embrace and allow a space for all?
Compassion gifts our soul to yield.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field.
Surrender, open, soften your ways.
There is never harm in acceptance.
Reach out and encircle your brethren.
Let the fierce grip on your beliefs fall away,
and feel your heart relax as you realize
the folly of negating how you really care.
Cultivate joy and give up willfulness
that only seeks to set up barriers.
Seek within that place that joins and where
right and wrong unite. I’ll meet you there.
The field is rife with flora and fauna,
all cohabitating in combined balance.
This microcosmic life mirrors all of
creation from the unseen particles to
the largest, all working in tandem,
cooperating in blissful silence. Cast out
disharmony and reside in the perfect peace
that the soul affirms with your every breath.
Rest in grace–all is well, have no doubt.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
It is then that you will know that there is no separation.
Nothing is ever said or done without repercussions
being felt by all. There is nothing apart from ourselves.
Ideas that we formulate and that we hold so dear are
nothing but wisps of illusions crafted out of unawareness.
Instead, let’s fashion our world out of light beginning hence.
Our truth lies in our spirit, empty of the ways of grasping
after meaningless thoughts and words that bind and trap.
Life is freedom! Let go, let go, of that which holds tense!
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
Join us with our host Abhra at dVerse Poets for Open Link Night: http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/07/open-link-night-163/
My thanks to Bjorn who inspired me with his beautiful Glosa to give it a try.