Rumi and Burning Man

A lovely Rumi poem for Burning Man, sent from Lorene, a friend who wanted to come to Burning Man for the first time this year, but who is in Kabul doing aid work right now. I hope to welcome her to the playa next year. Lorene is the one who gave Tesla a beautiful fur coat.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,

There is 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.

-- Rumi