“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand times over. The highest peaks burned like islands in a sea of liquid shade. Then the lower peaks and spires caught the glow, and long lances of light, streaming through many a notch and pass, fell thick on the frozen meadows.” GivingLongLightPainSunSeaThousandMountainHighestCaughtIslandsGloriousShadeThickBurnedFrozenLiquidMeadowsGreetingsStreamingNotchesExcursionsSpires Book:Nature Writings: The Story of My Boyhood and Youth, My First Summer in the Sierra, the Mountains of California, Stickeen, Selected Essays Source: Nature Writings: The Story of My Boyhood and Youth, My First Summer in the Sierra, the Mountains of California, Stickeen, Selected Essays
“When a poet writes a poem, meaning arises - because the poet is not alone; he has created something. When a dancer dances, meaning arises. When a mother gives birth to a child, meaning arises. Left alone, cut off from everything else, isolated like an island, you are meaningless. Joined together you are meaningful. The bigger the whole, the bigger is the meaning.” GivingWritingChildrenWholeMotivationalTogetherMotherLeftCuttingPoetBirthBiggerMeaningfulAriseIslandsDancerMeaninglessIsolatedNot AloneLeft Alone Author:Rajneesh