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.
Today I was just thinking that love exists outside the boundaries we place upon it. The heart does not choose the conditions upon which we fall in love. Living in a small town I often hear about other people’s business through gossip. It really saddens me the judgement placed upon their choices when really perhaps their hearts did not have a choice in who they ended up loving. If you live in a small town yourself then really think before you snap to a judgement of those whose hearts faced tough choices. We could all do with being a little more open and gentle in heart towards those who end up on a different path than that of our own lives.