Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around Him stood great and wonderfully beautiful
columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honour. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he
ommanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God.
Hildegard of Bingen
17th Rule of Love
Shams of Tabriz
St John of the Cross
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