Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

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.

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.