'The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no man-made jewels to heighten her loveliness
but is content with the green verdure of her fields,
The golden sands of her seashores
and the precious stones of her mountains.
Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness,
an island whose rocks are hopes,
whose trees are dreams,
whose flowers are solitude.
Now I realise that the trees blossom in Spring
and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise,
and they drop their leaves in Autumn
and become naked in winter without fearing shame.
In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.
Music is the language of the spirit.
God has given to each of us a spirit with wings,
wings on which to soar into the spacious firmament of Love and Freedom.'
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