In the beginning all creatures greened in the center flowers
flowered along the river and later greenness fell down.
And the soldier guy saw this and said:
I know, but the golden number isn’t full.

Hey you, father-mirror aspect,
my body didn’t hold up too well:
                                                    little parts of me died off.

And it’s still the case when you set eyes on me you can’t blink
until you see my body all full and jewelly.

I don’t hold up well, my body doesn’t,
when exposed to such contempt,
and I’m tired.

Hildegard von Bingen, Ordo Virtutum