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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love reading Tumi. Every time I find something new in his poem.