My yoga teacher read this Rumi quote and paired it with Sigur Ros', "Fjogur Piano" during savasana today:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the sould 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.
Needless to say, I felt complete bliss.