Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.
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.
The heart is the secret inside the secret.
Don't turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.