Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I'll meet you there
Inside any deep asking is the answering.
Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.
Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.
Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!
Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.