Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
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.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
et me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.