A quote by Walt Whitman about Nature

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Tree” by Aurobindo

“Tree” A tree beside the sandy River-beach Holds up its topmost boughs Like fingers towards the skies They cannot reach, Earth-bound, heaven-amorous. This is the soul of man. Body and brain Hungry for earth our heavenly flight detain. by Aurobindo

POEMS: “Within this tree”

Within this tree Within this tree another tree inhabits the same body; within this stone another stone rests, its many shades of grey the same, its identical surface and weight. And within my body, another body, whose history, waiting, sings: there is no other body, it sings, there is no other world. Jane Hirshfield via:…

POEMS: “Stand Still” (in the forest)

Stand Still Stand still. The trees before you and the bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is a place called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you,…

“Running on air and water”

“Running on air and water” Every year a given tree creates absolutely from scratch ninety-nine percent of its living parts. Water lifting up tree trunks can climb one hundred and fifty feet an hour; in full summer a tree can, and does, heave a ton of water every day. A big elm in a single…

POEMS: “Listen to Trees” by Hermann Hesse

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them,
whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do no preach learning and precepts, they preach
undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

POEMS: “Questions to a Mountain Pine” by Alan

While hiking in the San Gabriel mountains I came upon an opening in the trail that led to a glen overlooking the valley below. On my right was an old pine guarding the enchanted place. Seeing the vast experience in his gnarled trunk, while listening to his serene song as his limbs played with the…