| BkVII:13.III.5 | My child, soul in love, see that your flight, unlike the eagles who can tire, is like the flight of the wind that always blows and can never be stopped, a wind that brings life yet from whence it comes and where it goes nobody knows, whose movement is a holiness that purifies and refreshes, a bliss that cleanses and renews, a power of movement, a miracle of the Creator. |