Be still like a mountain and flow like a great river..
Earth find sky..
Woods find fields..
Lakes find rivers..
The Mountain find the sea..
These are some of excellent schoolmasters that teach us to find a way out from our lives..
Adjust to all kind of spheres around you and find a way from it to betterment of one.
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Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.
Woods find fields..
Lakes find rivers..
The Mountain find the sea..
These are some of excellent schoolmasters that teach us to find a way out from our lives..
Adjust to all kind of spheres around you and find a way from it to betterment of one.
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Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.
Keep your feet on the ground, but let your heart soar as high as it will. Refuse to be average or to surrender to the chill of your spiritual environment.
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips..
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off, it seemed
deep and secret to me.. hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips..
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off, it seemed
deep and secret to me.. hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence...
Tragic in its fate... and
comic in its existence...
Tragic in its fate... and
comic in its existence...
There is a way that nature speaks, land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story.
Beauty as we feel, it is something indescribable. What it is or what it means can never be said.