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
4 comments:
Lovely poem and pics.
Nice poem. I like the bright colored flower. Great composition!
oh, the composition in the first picture is very stunning Diane, the flowers on top of the cactus is awesome as foreground.
so beautiful!
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