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.

You and Me together, belong in that place.
An immunity to the world and all that jealousy and hate that belongs to it.

I'll be waiting
You and your soul know where to find me.