Somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me in saying it, to understand it.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

I live my life in widening circle That reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, But I give myself to it. I circle around God, that primordial tower. I have been circling for thousands of years, And I still don't know: am I a falcon, A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.

Love the questions, themselves.