“Birun az mafahim-e dorost o nadorost, sarzamini ast. Ănjã to-rã khăham did.”
——Rumi, Persian mystic poet. (1207-1273).
Translation:
“Beyond right and wrong, there is a field. I will meet you there.”
I was diving into Rumi this week, and man, I felt seen.
I’ve never bought into the whole “right or wrong” thing society tries to shove down our throats.
Finding someone who gets that can feel like chasing a ghost—heck, even using a word like “touch” feels off, doesn’t it?
Too logical. When you lean too hard into logic, you hit a wall where answers vanish.
The only way to name the unnameable is to embrace the illogical.
“Touch” in the logical sense is something that happens in a space with no physical or verbal contact in the traditional way—it’s more like a vibe, a tune you catch amidst the noise, as I’ve written before.
Like Rumi hints at: there’s a hidden order beneath the world’s apparent chaos, a secret harmony that only blooms when you let go of dualistic judgments.
I once wrote about the “unwritten code,” the kind you only catch between the lines—a practice so few people I’ve met in my life truly get.
In that piece, I said my soulmate would be there, in that space.
After reading Rumi, the mystic poet, I’m starting to think I wasn’t so far off. It’s just my intuition vibing with a 13th-century poet haha
Reading is everything to me.
Opening a book is like stepping through a door into thoughts you’d never encounter in the daily grind.
Not everyone gets to live every experience, but reading makes it possible—it lets you touch other minds, other worlds.
That’s why it hurts to meet people stuck on one track, or worse, acting like they’ve got a monopoly on truth.
The poverty of narrow thinking can only be countered by the infinite wealth of reading.
Rumi’s words, in that snippet of his poetry, feel like an invitation to break free from the prison of dualities.
“Right” and “wrong” are chains that tie us to binary logic, when the human experience is so much broader, more fluid, more mysterious.
The “unwritten code” and Rumi’s “field” are like siblings—both point to something beyond the logical or visible, a secret rhythm, a metaphorical place where two souls can meet.
But here’s the thing we all need to get: Every human interaction has the potential to be a meeting of souls—even when the other person seems like they’re not showing up with one.
Which brings me to a rhetorical question:
On my journey through life, am I really connecting from my soul, or just skimming the surface, staying in the physical?
Damn! Writing this, I’m realizing I might sometimes dive too deep into my own headspace..
But hold up—this isn’t about staying comfy in your little bubble.
To connect like this, you’ve gotta step out, take the risk of opening up, let go of the fear of engaging, knowing some people won’t (or can’t) meet you at that soul level.
That risk is just part of being human. If you don’t take it, you’re stuck in the shallow end, wading through the mundane.
Here’s the beautiful part, though:
“No one can hurt you more than you hurt yourself.”
Nothing external can truly wound you—only you can let it in. The damage starts from within, when you let circumstances, other people’s actions, or situations seep into your mind.
Gossip Sesh
I was chatting with a friend of mine about this on a call, and he hit me with:
“There’s no right or wrong when it comes to a objective match. You might be the one for hundreds, but not for one person—and as humans, we always fixate on that one.”
Here’s the real tea, though:
Watch out for the smooth talkers. They’ll sell you on being your “perfect match” just to get VIP access to your headspace and free cocktails.. iykyk
This week, I was talking to a few guys who claim they’re into me, and in my head, I’m just repeating,“I’m not doing a casting for the second guy to mess me up this week, babe—I’ve got seven lives left.”
So, right off the bat, I ask:
“Is this because I’m kind, or just because I’m easy on the eyes?
If it’s the former, keep me in your thoughts. I mean, I know looks aren’t an issue for you—you could probably charm beauty herself.”
Who’s the smooth talker now, huh?
With another guy, I had to be straight-up and say:
“You write such pretty words! But just because I don’t react doesn’t mean they don’t hit me.” And I asked him, “Do you know how many guys talk to me the way you do?” 😮💨
Dear reader, pretty words—or as he called them, “super pretty” words—don’t sweep me off my feet anymore, even from someone drop-dead gorgeous.
I haven’t even hit my 30s, but it’s kind of sad how guys all seem to play the same playbook when they’re trying to win you over. 🫥
If you want to impress me, talk to me about your morals 😎
Connecting in that “field” Rumi talks about—I don’t think it’s about whether we have a soul or not.
It’s an open question, where our emotions tie to something that doesn’t always have to be spiritual or magical.
Maybe that “field” is just a space where we lower our guard, let go of pride or prejudice, and tune into the same frequency—a real connection. 🌟
But to be real, sometimes after a rough day, I open the door and just say,
“Honey, I’m home… Oh, I forgot. I’m not married.” 😜
Bye now! 😼
