Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing,
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


Monday, March 4, 2013

My Disheartened Dream

Dive,
Until you see your depths,
Until you conquer your fear,
Until you can stay underneath no more.
My disheartened dream,
Dive.

 Float,
Until you loose your faith,
Until you outnumber your trials,
Until you can take no more.
My disheartened dream,
Float.

 Drown,
When you know there is no purpose,
When you see your shore blur,
When your tears mingle the blue,
My disheartened dream,
Drown.
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