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Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.

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Out beyond ​ideas of ​wrong doing and ​right doing, there is ​a field.​ I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down ​in that grass, ​the world is too full to talk.​​ Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make ​any sense.​​

Archived Newsletters

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.