The Trampled Field of Justice
In my heart and in my mind I am standing in a field next to Rumi’s, that for centuries has been trampled underfoot by the unconscious wanderers, but because grace, gratitude, forgiveness , and love have entered my heart, the field is green, vibrant, and lush with new possibilites.
There, I am free of anger, judgment, hatred, jealousy, and the ego that separates me from my family of spiritual origin.
There are others there and room for more. Won’t you join me, please?