I am following Nature without being able to grasp her … I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Gratitude for the gift of life is the primary wellspring of all religions, the hallmark of the mystic, the source of all true art….It is a privilege to be alive in this time when we can choose to take part in the self-healing of our world.
“Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.”
“Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths.”
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…we need silence to be able to touch souls.
“Powerful interactions of this feeling-knowing-healing energy are taking place all the time between people, between species, and between people and the Earth.”
All things share the same breath – the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
Oneness is the law of nature: what we do to others, we do to ourselves.
Synchronicity is choreographed by a great, pervasive intelligence that lies at the heart of nature, and is manifest in each of us through intuitive knowledge.
I believe in the cosmos. All of us are linked to the cosmos. So nature is my god. To me, nature is sacred. Trees are my temples and forests are my cathedrals. Being at one with nature.
One grand great life throbs through earth’s giant heart,
There is only one breath. All are made of the same clay. The light within all is the same.