And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.

How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give.

Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf. For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things. And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light.