360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and seventy five degrees: ‘my intimate details…’

Somebody ~ Dune

two hundred and seventy five

Oft times, someone else. Has said it, better. Than I ever, could. Today, is one. Of them.

*

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.

Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.

~

~ Jalaluddin Rumi

*

With every thought and with every breath…

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