Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.rn

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.rn

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against read more

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

I've always regarded nature as the clothing of God.

I've always regarded nature as the clothing of God.

anonymous fruit.

anonymous fruit.

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.

Our nature is the mind. And the mind is our nature.rn

Our nature is the mind. And the mind is our nature.rn