Sunday, September 11, 2011
Tilling The Field of Our Hearts
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.
From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks
I offered Rumi's poem to my two granddaughters for reflection this morning on their blogs.
A beautiful image from Rumi but this particular field he speaks of does not just exist "out there" somewhere.
We can't meet each other in that field until we do the work of meeting ourselves and then do the hard work of going beyond that.
We have to work on the fields of our own hearts and minds.
And if we will be persistent and with all that mysterious grace is, maybe we will be able to actualize that field as our very lives.
The work begins here, not there!
Tears for the hatred that exist in this world!