All humanity is pregnant with god*

Sometimes beauty breaks through
the shell of everyday eyesight
and the world is not the world
but a lifted veil
of green and brown and blue
that uncovers the reality
of its foundation.
Through a line of water
on my eyelashes
I see
through pure gratefulness
of sunshine on my face,
the world for a moment.
The foundation of love
like the wind
pushes back against my
spirit leaning into it.
The world whirling
and myself moving
bring forth god.
And I reaffirm in a whisper to god's ear:
"The best part of your creation
is infinitely love."


*Based on a reading of Rumi. From Speaking of Faith on the teachings and poetry of Rumi. Also see Fatemeh Keshavarz's "Pregnant with God: The Poetic Art of Mothering the Sacred In Rumi’s Fihi Ma Fih."