"...God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flower bed.
As roses, up from ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open..."
— Rumi
Monday, November 17, 2008
Do you see what I see?
Speaking of "unmarked boxes," in the Rumi sense, I wanted to post these amazing pictures, taken by Yemi. His eye is so wonderful, and I'm grateful to share these.
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