And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

I love little children too but I don't cut off
their heads and stick them in vases.
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.

I love little children too but I don't cut off
their heads and stick them in vases.
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.

Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and read more

Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue read more

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.

For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready read more

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.