What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe... Up here in the woods is seen the Word. That is to say, the wind comes through the trees and you breathe it.
The presence of love kindles into the will a fire of sacred love. Being always with the Holy One, who is a consuming fire, reduces to ashes whatever can be in opposition to it. The soul thus aflame can no longer live except in the Presence, a presence that produces in its heart a holy ardor, a sacred eagerness, and a fierce yearning to see God loved, known, served, and loved by all creatures.
~ from PRACTICING THE PRESENCE by Br. Lawrence (17th c.)
