"Seeking my love
I will head for the mountains and for watersides
I will not gather flowers
Nor fear wild beasts
I will go beyond strong men and frontiers.
My Beloved, the mountains,
The solitary, wooded valleys.
The strange islands, the sonorous rivers,
The whisper of the amorous breezes
The tranquil night
at the time of the rising of the dawn
The silent music, the sounding solitude
The supper that recreates and enkindles love.
– From "The Spiritual Canticle", St John of the Cross