No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.