Out Beyond Where the Sidewalk Ends (Poem Remix)

There is a place out beyond ideas of wrong doing and rightdoing

There is a field. I'll meet you there 

And there the grass grows soft and whit 

And there the sun burns crimson bright

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To the cool peppermint wind

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And a dark street wines and bends.

We shall walk with a walker that is measured and slow, 

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go. 

To the place out beyond ideas.

When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. 

Yes will walk with a walk thats is measured and slow,

And will go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know. 

The place out beyond ideas