You're song,

a wished-for song.

Go through the ear to the center

where sky is, where wind,

where silent knowing.

Put seeds and cover them.

Blades will sprout

where you do your work.

-- Rumi

(in The Essential Rumi,

translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne)

Music, the greatest good that mortals know.

And all of heaven we have below.

-- Joseph Addison

(from A Song for St. Cecilia's Day)

At different times in our journeys, if we're paying attention and able to create some luck, we get to sing the song we're meant to sing in the perfect key of life. Everything we've ever done and all we're meant to do comes together in harmony with who we are. When that happens, we feel the truest expression of ourselves.

-- Oprah Winfrey

(in "What I Know for Sure,"

O Magazine, November, 2011)

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

-- John Keats

(in The Music-Lover's Birthday Book,

edited by Alden Rockwell Murphy)

The singer stands at the center of sound,

of motion,

of life.

-- M. Scott Momaday

(in Divine Sparks,

edited by Karen Speerstra)