Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
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.
So wild flowers will come
up where you are.
You have been stony for
too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender. —Rumi (via mustangblood)
like your first morning coffee,
like your first warm sip? —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)