Poetry

 The poet, Jessica Powers, speaks of the spiritual life as "trackless solitude."  We cannot track the path of solitude.  Yes, we can have our methods, but when solitude does come, it seems to simply show up from we know not where.  Such interior work is mystery about which we have little or no control.  Solitude is more than being by yourself.  One does not so much need to be by themselves, as to come upon their true selves, in which they feel a still comfort.  Effort is only required when you want to be someone else, someone you are not.  Solitude can be sudden, but usually takes a bit of patience and desire for peace.  In that peace is the hidden desire of us all, to be one, unity with the all-ness of creation.