“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.
