Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.

If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.

Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .

Live life as if its rigged in your favor.

O Beloved, where is the Beloved?