Now I realise that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise, and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in winter without fearing shame. Beauty is that which attracts the soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive. In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans. He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.
Music is the language of the spirit.
It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife. Our appearance, our words, our actions are never greater than ourselves. For the soul is our house, our eyes its windows, and our words its messengers. Glorious intoxication of the soul is the reward of all who seek it in the bosom of nature. God has given to each of us a spirit with wings, wings on which to soar into the spacious firmament of Love and Freedom.