Friday Poem

Because the question of good and evil has been tormenting us since the moment
we plucked a fruit from the tree of knowledge, perhaps it’s worthwhile to remind
ourselves that there have been people who didn’t take to heart that pair of
opposite notions. For them, as for Jelaluddin Rumi, nonattachment meant simply
that you could lie down in a meadow.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll 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.

by Jelaluddin Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne
from
A Book of Luminous Things
Harvest Books, 1996