Out Beyond


“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.”  Rumi

Once upon a time there lived a Princess and a Dragon.  The Princess and the Dragon worked side by side for many years, creating a Kingdom that was both vast, beautiful and affordable.  The fields were abundant, the skies always blue, and the Princess and the Dragon liked and respected each other very much.

But then came a scourge upon the lands.  The Dragon began to singe the Princess with his fiery words and terrible silences.  The Princess became sullen and bitter and spoke unkind words behind the Dragon’s back.  The Dragon built a huge wall to divide the Kingdom and refused to give the keys to the Princess.  This made the Princess very sad and angry.  She pelted the wall with insults and taunts and rotten produce.  It was an unhappy time in the land of Everafter.

Things went from bad to worse and one day, in a fit of rage, the Dragon cast the Princess out of the Kingdom, forever banished, never to return.

She cried and cried and then when her self pity turned to rage, she wielded righteous anger like a sword and Lawyered Up.  Thus began the Epic Battle of the Princess and the Dragon.  It would be the fight of her life, or so her American Prince would tell her, one from which she could not back down.

The Epic Battle waged for a long, long time, neither side willing to give an inch of concession.   Accusations flew like cannonballs, and the siege of  “I AM RIGHT AND YOU ARE WRONG” set in, keeping them at loggerheads for many years.

Weary of battle, the Dragon and the Princess finally agreed to allow the great Magician, Merlin to help them find peace between them.  The date and time was set and the two met across the battlefield from each other.  Merlin began the task of arbitrating a deal fair enough that they would both be willing to compromise.

Grueling hours  were spent under the blazing sun as Merlin rode back and forth to each camp carrying messages, offers, counter offers, threats and pleas.  Neither the Princess nor the Dragon would bend their positions, both righteously waving the flag of “I AM RIGHT AND YOU ARE WRONG”.

The afternoon waned.  Despair that peace would never be found swept through the Princess.  She sat alone in her camp waiting for Merlin’s return.  In the quiet moments the thought arose unbidden:  “Out beyond  ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing, there is a field.  I will meet you there.”  At that moment she released all of the righteous anger that had held her hostage.  It was time to let go of the hurt and the need for revenge.  It was time to stop judging the Dragon.  It was time for peace.

Her anger rose in a bubble above the Kingdom.  The Dragon looked up from his camp across the battlefield and saw the iridescent bubble rise and rise and finally burst open, sending sparkling light across the sky.  A fat tear fell from his eye.  Merlin captured the magic of sparkling light, mixed it with the Dragon’s tear and created a Treaty of Peace that both the Princess and the Dragon were happy with.

The Kingdom rejoiced!  Peace once again reigned and the people sang and danced in the streets.

As for the Dragon and the Princess?  The Dragon lived in the Castle and continued with his fine work.  The Princess moved on, finding great creativity and job satisfaction in other lands.  They wished each other well and enjoyed their separate peace.

Lessons learned and morals taught, the people of the Kingdom now understand that forgiveness lives in the willingness to release judgment, for “being right” brings bitter comfort in a war torn land and “being kind” brings magic to span any chasm.

And,  they all lived happily ever after.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.

I will 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.

Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

4 thoughts on “Out Beyond”

  1. What a lovely mythic rendering of Rumi’s invitation to rest in his field. I began every semester with this poem, and prayed that on the last day of classes, I could honestly say with my students and that we “had met in Rumi’s field,” where “we let the Beauty we love be what we do.” Interesting, isn’t it, that “morals” truly lie beyond ideas of right and wrong.

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