Great fortune will follow you. You will eat the heart of a horse in winter. You won’t have to pray twice. Every mountain will unclench its jaws to let you pass. Your children will bear your face. You will understand the immaculacy of the word beauty when you stand under the sun. A bird will blaze out from the ribs of your name. This is the easy part. The greater difficulty is the task of believing. Walk all the way through, love. Wherever you stop is a patch of fallow land. It’s like this. Not knowing if anything will fruit, we must still plant the tree.