Beyond building and giving

and doing lies a place of rest.

I might meet myself there.


This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “Rendezvous

  1. I love this, too, Joan. It reminds me of a Rumi poem a little, one that I keep posted in my writing room.
    Out beyond ideas
    of wrongdoing and
    there is a field.

    I’ll meet you there.

    When the soul lies
    in that grass,
    the world is too full to talk about.

    Ideas, language
    – even the phrase
    “each other” –
    do not make any

    I hope you were able to meet yourself in rest. What a lovely idea.

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