Why paint night over nightless day?
Every religion has Love
but Love has no religion.
Love is an ocean–
no borders, no shores.
Drown there and you won’t lament it.
The drowned have no regrets.
by Rumi from Gold, a new translation by Haleh Liza Gafori
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.