Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing,there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down
in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language
Ideas, language
- even the phrase “each other” -
do not make any sense.
Very beautiful art to go vt the poem..luv it !!
ReplyDeleteOh I LOVE your painting..I really enjoy the perfect..not the word- EXACT horizon line where we can get lost!
ReplyDeleteLove the textured peices. Beautiful art and deep words. Lovely.
ReplyDeletei love the brightness of this piece. i'm curious what the materials are that you used to create it?
ReplyDeletesuch a vivid landscape... i especially love the texture.
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