And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.

Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.