God’s joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box, 
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed. 
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, until one day it cracks them open. 
- Rumi
God’s joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box, from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed. 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, until one day it cracks them open. - Rumi30-May-2010 08:31, NIKON CORPORATION NIKON D90, 5.6, 105.0mm, 0.002 sec, ISO 200