It hides in plain sight, the pellucid divinity of things as they are.
Our heart’s desire is immutable. It cannot be altered; it’s the same now as it ever was. When we know what truly wills us, our satisfaction runs as deep as it can go.
The divine intelligence must love variety; it is, after all, creation’s defining feature.
If something happens unexpectedly, if something arrives unbidden, if I’m surprised, put onto my left foot, then the Divine has tapped me on the shoulder.
What I strive for, make an effort to acquire or achieve—that’s not it.
What we do may bring happiness to others but work will not bring happiness to ourselves. If we were human doings, yes, that would be the case, but we are beings, not doings.