“The hills, the valleys, the beasts, the vineyards, the sacred meadows on our earth and body – they shall pass and ascend as all form does, tiring of the space within a cage; for all crowds the soul but the infinite. Ascenders to God we are. … What a womb God has – what wild love He must have made to Himself for days and days without stopping to have given birth to all you can imagine, and to all you cannot conceive. Draw a circle around the frontiers of space, barely can God fit a toe there. … Everything I see, hear, touch, feel, taste, speak imagine – is completing a perfect circle God has drawn.”

MEISTER ECKHART (1260-1328) [Ladinsky, Daniel. (2002)  Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from East and West  New York; Penguin