We are in the desert of the world so we will get digging for that hidden (interior) fountain, for which there is no substitute.
No matter how delicious and seemingly abundant the outer sources might seem to be, they all dry up in the end.
Because we didn’t receive unconditional love as small children, our thirst for the divine is unquenchable. Not even Jesus Christ could satisfy it—and he’d be a fool to try.
The heart, like a flower, wants only to open. And a flower doesn’t have to learn how to flow.
It does what it is.