In the Field of the Sky Ponies

“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.” Rumi.

Meet me in the field

that has no fence,

where the sky ponies graze,                                                      

above the earth

and beyond the heavens

 

Here we can speak

of all the things we keep hidden

as we lay in the grass

holding hands

 

Here our secrets shine and spin

then burn out,

their powers spent

 

Here our truths seed the prairie

that grows and blooms

beyond all sight

 

Here we are safe

Here we are sacred

The image Indigo Sky Mares, by Laurel Burch is provided as a writing prompt by The Sunday Muse.