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May 19, 2006
Poetry in motion on the B train going to Manhattan this morning.
Out beyond the 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.
Jelauddin Rumi
(1207-1273)