The Field

"Out beyond the ideas of wrong doing and right doing,

there is a field.

I will meet you there.

When the soul lies down in the grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense." - Rumi

There is a field

Somewhere out beyond,

While somewhere that lies near

A place we can be long gone,

A place we can reappear

Halfway from a feeling and a thought

Amid the stray and the sought

The trusting and the lost.

Between the mind and the heart

The lightness and the dark

Between a betrayal and a loyalty

The buried and the sprout

Between a mount of certainty

And a sliver of doubt

Somewhere among trepidation and faith

The mending and the scathed

The judged and the forgiven

The surviving and the living.

In the middle of the sunshine and the storm

Between the coldness and the warm,

There is a field

A place we can rest

Snug in the comfort of the high grass,

Under the clear blue skies

and the brightness of the glare

I will be waiting to meet you there

In the unplanned, in the undecided.

In the present, in the guided

Wrapped in emotion

In the safety of sense

Released from worry,

From any suspense

I will lay there,

Exposing my soul.

Under the blanket of the shade.

Where we can meet,

Come together

Be as we see whole

Without the world questioning our motives

Our intellect, our fears

Where our souls will intersect

In the clearing, in this field

Where you and I will connect

Baring all that needs to be shown

Becoming both the fluidity of the water,

And the consistency of stone

Unshackled from whatever has been locked away

And all that it beholds

Free from the weight of the land

A place we are able to expand

Into the clouds of refuge.

In the caress of the wind

Deep in the comfort of the soil, in the comfort of our skin,

This is where it will begin

Tucked away from the rest of the world

Whispering into the heavens

We will drip of dew and truth

We will relish in our admittance

We will become unmute

Away from the chaos and noise that pollutes

In the silence of our hearts,

In the calm of its beat

I will be there for you to greet

In the field just as we are

In the darkness of the night,

In the asking of the stars

We can bask without uncertainty

Untied to false claims

Far away from fake promises,

Deaf to those placing blame

Soaking in yearning

Feeling a soothing in the churning

No more "each other"

No more you and me

Where we will exist,

Becoming a "we"

In the middle

On a new frontier

Where it is quiet,

Where we can hear

Living a dream while

Ignoring all fears

I will be there

Between right and wrong

Beneath the burning of the midnight sun

I will be waiting

For us to come together

Together as one

Untamed and free

Just as we are meant to be