Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it
The morning stars still sing together, and the world, not yet half made, becomes more beautiful every day.
Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
If I keep a green bough in my heart,
A person experiences life as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of consciousness.
What an irony it is that these living beings whose shade we sit in, whose fruit we eat, whose limbs we climb, whose roots we water, to whom most of us rarely give a second thought, are so poorly understood. We need to come, as soon as possible, to a profound understanding and appreciation for trees and forests and the vital role they play, for they are among our best allies in the uncertain future that is unfolding.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
…no matter how complex or affluent, human societies are nothing but subsystems of the biosphere, the Earth’s thin veneer of life, which is ultimately run by bacteria, fungi and green plants.
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
There is a kindness that dwells deep down in things; it presides everywhere, often in the places we least expect. The world can be harsh and negative, but if we remain generous and patient, kindness inevitably reveals itself. Something deep in the human soul seems to depend on the presence of kindness; something instinctive in us expects it, and once we sense it we are able to trust and open ourselves.
The law is that all life is equal in the Great Creation, and we, the Human Beings, are charged with the responsibility, each in our generation, to work for the continuation of life.
That each day I may walk unceasingly on the banks of my water, that my soul may repose on the branches of the trees which I planted, that I may refresh myself under the shadow of my sycamore.
Observe always that everything is the result of change, and get used to thinking that there is nothing Nature loves so well as to change existing forms and make new ones like them.
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