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)

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