The Hopi Indians of Arizona believe that our daily rituals and prayers literally keep this world spinning on its axis. For me, feeding the seagulls is one of those everyday prayers.
Birth, life, and death — each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.
It’s difficult to believe in yourself because the idea
When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere.
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
“If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. ”
We live in all things. All things live in us. . . . We are grateful. We rejoice in all life.
The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.”
There is hope
We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans. They are part of our own body.
“Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.”
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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