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: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing

Read more great poetries from Rumi at this week’s exhibit: Thursday night in the Historic Federal Building in Downtown Grand Rapids.