intellectual properties

there’s right and there’s wrong and somewhere in between there’s life

Out beyond ideas of wrong and right,
there is a field. I will meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about
language, ideas, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

.::.rumi

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