“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.” — Vincent Van Gogh
Tripping Over Joy
Hafez
I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy
What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?
The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”
Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength
that will endure as long as life lasts.” ― Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder
April Fools
Un poisson d’avril
Has come to tell me
Est venu me raconter
That he had been
Qu’on lui avait pris
Its pretty jump rope
Sa jolie corde à sauter
It was a horse
C’était un cheval
Who was winning over his heart
Qui l’emportait sur son coeur
Along the canal
Le long du canal
Where the tugs were waltzing
Où valsaient les remorqueurs
And then a snake
Et alors un serpent
Appointed as alternate
S’est offert comme remplaçant
The very happy fish
Le poisson très content
Left across the fields
Est parti à travers champs
It jumps so high
Il saute si haut
That he flew into the air
Qu’il s’est envolé dans l’air
It jumps so high
Il saute si haut
That he fell back into the water.
Qu’il est retombé dans l’eau.
By Boris Vian
Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Sylvia Plath
“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.”
– George Washington Carver
“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.” – John Fowles
“The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.” – John Muir
"The hyacinth flower name has a most interesting meaning. In Greek mythology, Apollo the sun god and Zephyr the god of the west wind compete for a young boy’s affections. At one point Apollo is teaching Hyakinthos how to throw the discus and Zephyr gets so angry that he blows a gust of wind in Apollo’s direction, which sends the discus hurling back in the direction of Hyakinthos, striking and killing him. Apollo, brokenhearted, notices that a flower springs up from the blood that was spilled and names the flower hyacinth in honor of the boy. This symbol of the hyacinth flower has remained pretty simple throughout history." [source]
“How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits,
buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.”
— John Burroughs
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“The daffodil is our door side queen;
She pushes upward the sword already,
To spot with sunshine the early green.”
William Cullen Bryant, An Invitation to the Country.
Maverick Mist 