The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around Him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honour. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.

Humanity finds itself in the midst of the world. In the midst of all other creatures humanity is the most significant and yet the most dependent upon the others.

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.