I see the essence of being alive as water flowing from the invisible to here, then back there. My senses know they came from nowhere and will go back to nowhere. I recognize the one step to non- and from non-existence to here. When I deeply know my senses, I feel in them the way to God and the purpose of living.
Look at this surprising flowerGod is the invisible flower. Love is the flower's fragrance, everywhere apparent.
which cannot be seen, and yet
its fragrance cannot be hidden.