If we are not reborn, if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and enthusiasm of childhood, it makes no sense to go on living.

‪We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We shouldn’t be embarrassed by this child, we mustn’t allow this child to be scared because the child is alone and is almost never heard.‬
We have to allow it to feel loved again, we must please this child, even if this means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.

There’s a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river is transformed into the rocks that made the riverbed.

If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current then my pain and longing would be over and I could finally forget.

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept, and my tears fall into the cod waters that course past me. Somewhere this river joins another then another, until – far from my heart and sight – all of them.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists and the paths we walked together.

We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognised. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

But ultimately there’s no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth. The more we love the closer we come to spiritual experience.