“At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go.”

“Emotions arise in the place where your mind and body meet”

“If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!”

“Where the bright seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.”

“Purification of the soul … consists in scorning the pleasures that arise through the senses, in not feasting the eyes on the silly exhibitions of jugglers or on the sight of bodies which gives the spur to sensual pleasure, in not permitting licentious songs to enter through the ears and drench your souls.”

“With the pride of an artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists, the small trumpet of your defiance.”

“Earth, earth
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots
thickening the oceans like gravy,
festering in your caves,
you are becoming a latrine.”

“As the separation of the soul from the body is the death of the body, so the separation of God from the soul is the death of the soul. And this death of the soul is the true death.”

“Your name is being called by sacred things
That are not addressed nor listened to.
Sometimes they blow trumpets.”

“Awake! Arise! Go to the wise and gain knowledge! Realize the Self! Be of firm determination – fully concentrated – achieve your goal! (…)”