When I was the stream, when I was the
Forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself,

no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not love,

It was when I left all we once were that
The agony began, the fear and the questions came,
And I wept, I wept. And tears
I had never known
Before.

So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains. I begged for their hand in marriage again,
I begged--- I begged to wed every object
and creature,

and when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms,
And He did not say.
“where have you
been?”

For then I knew my soul--- every soul---
Had always held
Him.

Meister Eckhart
1260 - 1328