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
where is the love
that with one stroke
cuts time in two
and stuns it?
~ george seferis
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