Mostly I am grateful to experience the world as a farm, household or small affectionate, nourishing community — of the earth. But then, looking up at the geese, say, I imagine foraging in the countryside, migrating with the season, walking with family or friends, a kind of pilgrimage, gathering around a campfire at night — and then the world is "a caravan / filled with eccentric beings / telling wondrous stories about God." (Saadi)
Here is Saadi, famed 12th century Persian poet, arriving for a colloquy with friends and admirers. (Click the image to enlarge it.)