“Love is the song of the soul, singing to God.”

“Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love —
But you will not assuage him. He alone
Of all the gods will take no gifts from men.”

“I don't sing my mother tongue
No, this is not a love song”

“The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.”

“God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.”

“Only God singing this song of you… makes true light… somehow possible.”

“One seed becomes
An everlasting song, a singing tree,
Caroling softly souls of slavery,
What they were, and what they are to me,
Caroling softly souls of slavery.”

“What am I singing?
A song of seeds — The food of love. Eat the music.”

“My soul would sing of metamorphoses.
But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodies becoming other bodies, breathe
your breath into my book of changes: may
the song I sing be seamless as its way
weaves from the world's beginning to our day.”

“I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.”