God's Joy Moves From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

"God's joy," said by the Persian mystic Rumi, "moves from unmarked box to unmarked box, from cell to cell. As rain water 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 until one day, it cracks them open." There is ecstasy in paying attention. You can see in everything a sort of holiness. A sign that God is implicit in all of creation. It is an outward, visible sign of inward, visible grace.