"I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."
Oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and furled
I’ll love you all your days
Till the breath leaves your delicate face
It’s all here for you as long as your choose to stay
It’s all here for you as long as you don’t fly away