You never enjoy the world aright
You never enjoy the world aright,
Till the sea itself flows in your veins,
Till you are clothed with the stars.
Prayer never touches us as long as it remains on the surface of our lives, as long as it is nothing but one more of a thousand things that must be done. It is only when prayer becomes "the one thing necessary" that real prayer begins. Prayer begins to take on its full dimensions only when we begin to intuit that the subtle nothingness of prayer is everything.