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A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa read more
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa quae arte perfecta
sunt.]
Nature abhors annihilation.
[Lat., Ab interitu naturam abhorrere.]
Nature abhors annihilation.
[Lat., Ab interitu naturam abhorrere.]
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is clearly
Ocean.
How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is clearly
Ocean.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.