I've always loved Rumi's poetry, but every time I hear this one, I nearly stop in my tracks.
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.
I've been thinking about this "field" Rumi refers to as dreams -- and daydreams, specifically. Daydreaming has a bad reputation as an unproductive activity. But have you ever had a daydream about your own life so vivid that it gave you a sense of hope? Helped you see the solution to a difficult challenge? I find that my daydreams allow me to creatively resolve