Respect the mind that stirs in every creature: love is a mystery known by metals too; every flower opens its soul to Nature; everything is sentient, and works on you. Beware! From the blind wall one watches you: even matter has a logos all its own . . . do not put it to some impious…
Category: learning from Nature
We are the Ones We’ve Been Waiting For, by Hopi Elders
We are the Ones We’ve Been Waiting For, by Hopi Elders You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered: Where are you living? What are you doing? What are…
Nature Poems: excerpt from Sabbaths, VII, by Wendell Berry
There is a place you can gowhere you are quiet,a place of water and the light on the water. Trees are there,leaves, and the lighton leaves moved by air. Birds, singing, moveamong leaves, in leaf shadow.After many years you have come to no thought of these,but they are themselvesyour thoughts. There seems to be little…
POEMS: “Nature” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1878)
“Nature” (1878) As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,Leads by the hand her little child to bed,Half willing, half reluctant to be led,And leave his broken playthings on the floor,Still gazing at them through the open door,Nor wholly reassured and comfortedBy promises of others in their stead,Which, though more splendid, may…
Spirituality from Daily Word: “Harmony”(espiritualidad de la Palabra Diaria: “Armonía”)
Everything on this earth is an individual expression of God with its own melody. Each melody creates a unique song that is beautiful on its own. But only when all things come together in concert—the plants, animals, water, air, and land—are we able to experience the true majesty of the world.
POEMS: “A plain life” by William H. Davies
A Plain Life No idle gold — since this fine sun, my friend, Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend. No prescious stones — since these green mornings show, Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go. No lifeless books — since birds with their sweet tongues Will read aloud to me their…
NATURE’S LESSONS HAIKU POEMS: “Wise bamboo”(“Bambú sabio”) by Amira (From an old post…)
“Wise bamboo” Soft bamboo reeds, Sway with the wind, Flexible and free! ——- Lesson: Learn non-resistance: Bouncing back, Never break!!! Amira “Bambú sabio” Cañas de bambú suaves, Mecen con el viento, Flexible y libres! ——- Lección: Aprende la no- resistencia: Rebotando, ¡Nunca se quiebran! Amira
MOTHER EARTH POEMS: “Mother Earth, Our Home” by Kaitlin Siena Murray
Art: Shekinah Angel of Unity | Josephine wall, Earth angel, Mother Earth, Our Home She calls me in the wind and in the waves I see her twinkle in the stars above The flutter of a butterfly is her whisper The roars of the thunder are her screams She speaks through all that surrounds…
PROFOUND POEMS: “Passerby, These are Words” by Yves Bonnefoy
Passerby, These are Words Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of letters eaten by grass. Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names. It flits between two sprays of leaves, Carrying the sound of…
Nature Poems: “The Peace of wild things” by Wendell Berry
The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great…
A wisdom quote: “A man’s attitude toward the nature around him, and the animals in nature, is of special importance”…
“From the earliest times, it was understood that the visible world implied the existence of an invisible world, where everything was infused with the supernatural and the felt sense of the sacred. Thomas Yellowtail expressed: ‘A man’s attitude toward the nature around him, and the animals in nature, is of special importance, because as…
NATURE POEMS: “Why I need the birds” by Lisel Mueller
Why I Need the Birds When I hear them call in the morning, before I am quite awake, my bed is already traveling the daily rainbow, the arc toward evening; and the birds, leading their own discreet lives of hunger and watchfulness, are with me all the way, always a little ahead of me…
