Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/

Don't Insist On Going Where You Think You Want To Go. Ask The Way To The Spring.

Since In Order To Speak, One Must First Listen, Learn To Speak By Listening.

Roar, Lion Of The Heart, And Tear Me Open!

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.