"…France and England are mine, from sea to sea;
So firm is my grip,
No one takes up arms against me.
Mine is Saxony, mine is Guascogne,
Mine are Burgundy and all of Normandy.
Mine the kingdom of Prussia and that of Bohemia,
Hibernia and Roumania, Scotland and Frisia.
Mine is Tuscany and the valley of Spoleto
…
Mine is Campagna, the Roman hills, and the plains of Lombardy;
Mine are Sardinia, Cyprus, Corsica, and Crete,
And unknown kingdoms and numberless subjects beyond the seas -
Medes, Persians, Elamites, Syrians and Mongols,
Georgians, Ethiopians, Indians and Muslims
…
Land, fields full of flowers, trees,
Succulent fruits, livestock - all at my command, all mine.
Lakes, rivers, and oceans teeming with fish,
Air, winds, birds - all pay me joyful homage.
Moon and sun, sky and stars, are but minor treasures:
The treasures that make me burst into song
Lie beyond the sky that you can see.
Since my will is centered in God, who possesses all,
I wing with ease from earth to heaven.
Since I gave my will to God
All things are mine and I am one with them
In love, in ardent charity
…
Spiritual poverty, deepest wisdom, you are slave to nothing,
And in your detachment you possess all things.
God does not dwell in a heart that’s confined,
And a heart is only as big as the love it holds.
Where God enters in, the old world is swept away,
Lover and Beloved are fused in wondrous union.
Love no longer needs the heart,
Nor knowledge the intelligence - our will is His.
To live as myself and yet not I,
My being no longer my being,
This is a paradox
We cannot pretend to understand!
Spiritual poverty is being attached to nothing, wanting nothing,
And possessing all things in the spirit of freedom…"
- Blessed Jacopone Da Todi (c.1230-1306), Italian Catholic mystic