There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
In the silence of LOVE you will find the Spark of LIFE.
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.