My Beloved is the mountains,
And lonely wooded valleys,
Strange islands,
And resounding rivers,
The whistling of love-stirring breezes,
The tranquil night
At the time of rising dawn,
Silent music,
Sounding solitude,
The supper that refreshes and deepens love.
Life always begins again. The Angel of Earth embraces the seed And gives unto it Life. The kiss of the Angel of Water Awakens the seed. The warmth of the Angel of Sun Makes the seed grow. The little plant bends in the breeze– The Angel of Air makes it grow strong. The little plant is holy. It bathes in the Lifestream Of Eternal Order.
~ from Thanksgiving Psalms of the Dead Sea Scrolls
