Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

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

Why don't you conceive of God as an ally who is coming, who has been approaching since time began, the one who will someday arrive, the fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? Why not project his birth into the future, and live your life as an excruciating and lyrical moment in the history of a prodigious pregnancy?

Since I've learned to be silent, everything has come so much closer to me.

A birdsong can even, for a moment, make the whole world into a sky within us, because we feel that the bird does not distinguish between its heart and the world's.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.