There is the music of Heaven in all things.

I, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.

Humanity, take a good look at yourself. Inside, you’ve got heaven and earth, and all of creation. You’re a world—everything is hidden in you.

It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.

What I do not see I do not know. I see, hear and know simultaneously and learn what I know as if in a moment.

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.

The marvels of God are not brought forth from one's self. Rather, it is more like a chord, a sound that is played. The tone does not come out of the chord itself, but rather, through the touch of the musician. I am, of course, the lyre and harp of God's kindness.