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 about.
(R) m
It seems to me there is so much clamour in the world today. So many urgent cries; so many fervent voices clamouring to be heard. So much talk about justice and injustice, rights and wrongs. Our ears overflow with claims and counter-claims; we can no longer be sure who to believe, who to trust.
When the world-weary soul lies down in the grass of Rūmī’s field, “the world is too full to talk about.” Ah! The bliss of silence.
It’s a fine world, though, when there are such as Rumi in it.
Just watching a Great Courses DVD on Greece and Turkey, I discover that Rumi is closely associated with Konya in Turkey. I had no idea! Had placed him somewhere in “Arabia” and never thought about real life geography.
I feel both stupid and enlightened. A worthy inhabitant of the world as you describe it —
“Established in 1273, the Sufi Mevlevi Order and its Whirling Dervishes are among the renowned symbols of Konya and Turkey.” (Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konya)
Also see Lonely Planet’s introduction to Konya: http://www.lonelyplanet.com/turkey/central-anatolia/konya