“In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans;
in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence.”
― Kahlil Gibran
Nature
On the Pulse of Morning
(excerpt)
By Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow,
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Facedown in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out to us today,
You may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.
“When they walk, they stumble. They are not what one would call graceful.
They were not designed to walk. They fly. And when they fly, oh, how they fly,
so free, so graceful. They see from the sky what we never see.” — Anonymous
“Bears are not companions of men, but children of God, and His charity is broad enough for both… We seek to establish a narrow line between ourselves and the feathery zeros we dare to call angels, but ask a partition barrier of infinite width to show the rest of creation its proper place. Yet bears are made of the same dust as we, and breathe the same winds and drink of the same waters. A bears days are warmed by the same sun, his dwellings are overdomed by the same blue sky, and his life turns and ebbs with heart-pulsings like ours and was poured from the same fountain…..” – John Muir
A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love. — Friedrich Nietzsche
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality,
tied in a single garment of destiny.
Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from the Birmingham Jail
Evening Star
William Blake
Thou fair hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and when thou drawest the
Blue curtains, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep.
Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes
And wash the dusk with silver.
Soon, full, soon,
Dost thou withdraw; Then, the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares thro’ the dun forest.
The fleece of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew; Protect them with thine influence.
““If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable,
those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.” — Rainer Maria Rilke
Shine, rule, and conquer the world!
No, thanks, I’m opposed to this attitude.
The more I love people, the more
I’ve learned to cherish my solitude –
to wander the fields, to go out
on trails, less traveled, afar,
expressing aloud to the clouds,
how beautiful all of you are.
By Vera Pavlova
Translation by Andrey Kneller
No, thanks, I’m opposed to this attitude.
The more I love people, the more
I’ve learned to cherish my solitude –
to wander the fields, to go out
on trails, less traveled, afar,
expressing aloud to the clouds,
how beautiful all of you are.
By Vera Pavlova
Translation by Andrey Kneller
“Just as Josef K, the protagonist of Kafka’s ‘The Trial,’ awoke one day to discover that he had become part of some unfathomable legal carnival, we, too are frequently waking to discover that the rules of the digital game have once again profoundly changed.” — Evgeny Morozov
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