I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

What you're seeking is seeking you.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. In the depths there is a spring with all the water your heart is thirsty for.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.