Nature and Elements

The hens they all cackle, the roosters all beg, But I will not hatch, I will not hatch.

There's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth.

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling.

For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imaginations, we learned to talk.

There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone. J. R. R.

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn. J.R.R.

 

Nature herself has never attempted to effect great changes rapidly.

Horses lend us the wings we lack.

 

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy.

 

I never knew how soothing trees are—many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.

I never knew how soothing trees are—many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.

A modest garden . . . contains, for those who know how to look and to wait, more instruction than a library.

I never saw a wild thing Sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into luster.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,

 

Alone and warming his five wits,

 

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

 

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

 

The moan of doves in immemorial elms,

 

The moan of doves in immemorial elms,

 

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,

 

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

 

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;