numatari

"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"- does not make any sense." Rumi ------------------------------------------------ [...] Why must we meet, why must we part, why must we bear this yoke of MUST, Without our leave or askt or given, by tyrant Fate on victim thrust? [...] "And this is all, for this we're born to weep a little and to die!" So sings the shallow bard whose life still labours at the letter "I." [...] from The Kasidah of Haji Abdu El-Yezdi by Richard F. Burton