The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!
You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery
Turning toward what you deeply love saves you
God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.
Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.