Words, even if they come from the soul, hide the soul, as fog rising off the sea covers the sea, the coast, the fish, the pearls.
It is noble work to build coherent philosophical discourses, but they do block out the sun of truth.
See God’s qualities as an ocean. This world is foam on the purity of that. Brush it away and look through the alphabet to essence, as you do the hair covering your beloved’s eyes.
Here is the mystery: This intricate, astonishing world is proof
of God’s presence even as it covers the beauty.
One flake from the wall of a gold mine
does not give much idea what it is like
when the sun shines down inside
and turns the air and the workers golden.