A portion of Rumi's poem, "Okay, I'll Do It."
How can you look so needy -
God is growing in fields you own.
He hangs from trees you pass
every day. He is disguised as
that peach and pine cone.
Every sound I hear - He made it.
This is so easy to see and hear in the majesticness of New Mexico, and seemingly harder in the developed world of Silicon Valley, California. And yet, this pulse of God is rhythmically vibrating beneath the asphalt under our feet and hanging from the carefully planted trees that line the sidewalks.