May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
Edward Abbey
Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
Ryφkan
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church,
I keep it staying at Home
With a bobolink for a Chorister,
And an Orchard, for a Dome.
Emily Dickinson
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life,
and to see if I could not learn what it had to teach,
and not, when I came to die,
discover that I had not lived.
I wanted to live deep and suck all the marrow of life.
Henry David Thoreau
Sometimes I come across a tree which seems like Buddha or Jesus: loving, compassionate, still, unambitious, enlightened, in eternal meditation, giving pleasure to a pilgrim, shade to a cow, berries to a bird, beauty to its surroundings, health to its neighbors, branches for the fire, leaves for the soil, asking nothing in return, in total harmony with the wind and the rain. How much can I learn from a tree? The tree is my church, the tree is my temple, the tree is my mantra, the tree is my poem and my prayer.
Satish Kumar
Totems and Vessels
Gardens are co-creations that trip the memory
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
John Muir
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