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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"...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
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