unmarked boxes (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, 

till one day it cracks them open.

~~Rumi

finding all boxes 

unmarked

we back away

and find our

newborn Self

cracking each box...

~~CC