Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.
Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.
It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.