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  • 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.

    Speaker: Rumi
    Source: bird by bird
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    1 (1 vote)
    Posted: 16 Aug 2009 at 1:09 PM
    Posted By: Puck
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    Tags: joy