You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Spiritual teacher enjoins us to comprehend by our soul the infinite spirit which is in the depth of the moving and changing facts of the world; the urging of our artistic nature.