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“Several shades of hazy blue hung over the landscape like a heavy tapestry, giving the Blue Ridge Mountains its name. I stopped at one of the scenic overlooks, switched off the bike, and sat in the absolute stillness of the mountains. Their silence was a soothing balm for my soul. The maternal rhythm of nature is a tonic that heals emotionally. I just wanted to sit still, breathe deeply, and match my heartbeat to that rhythm.”

“And I sat there at the patio, while the whole of universe, was getting engulfed, in the whitest whiteness of snow. Down, near my rough paw, is soft snow, mannering a fidgeting embryo. I monitored the snow that plunged, on the soil of my backyard, and realized it melting fast. Was that the temperature or, my eyes on it overcast? While I think of this melted exalt, I am obliged to ask, What ought happens to the thoughts? Where do they get tossed? When they are forgot? Scorched? Scoffed? Deformed? Unadorned?”

“I find it very sad that by the time corporate science realizes the value of nature, that it may be too late”

“I needed to escape my loneliness. I needed comfort and companionship. I needed certainty and faith and stability. But the truth is that I can’t fix that all now. Instead, I made a commitment to noticing. I made it my job to seek the beauty around me; to witness the little magic shows of nature unveiling in hedgerows and verges and the changing of the seasons. By turning my attention outward and finding places and creatures to love, I found beauty to focus on. I had reasons to stay.”

“אני לא מבין שירה - בנגי מאגומדר אני לא מבין שירה; זיקוקים בחושך המון אור, לא מעניין, אור רך זה יכול להיות בשמים בשמים חשוכים ככל שהטשטוש הוא השמים האמיתיים - כאשר ההרגשה הזאת מצוירת בקלות עידן הגילאים אומר לנו להמשיך, כוכב, זיקוקין - הכל; אם אתה עמוק יותר עומק חלל לא מאושר ללב החשוך יכול לתת דרך; המאמצים לנסות; כאילו אמל יכולה סוף סוף לוותר Anubhav Jyotsna; קח אותו בעניין זועם שוכב על המיטה, בשמים, יכול לקבל את דשן הלב. בורות זו מעורבת בדם בשיר הזה כמו מלח עדין, כמו שיחות סוליטייר.”

“My Floating Sea" "Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters both begin and end. This early in the day I can easily stare without blinking. The pale sea appears calm, but it is stormy just as often. I awe at the grandeur, how it expands beyond my sight to immeasurable depths. In every direction that I twist my neck, a beauteous blue is there to console me. Flowing, floating ribbons of mist form on these pale waters. In harmony they pirouette, creating a stretch of attractive, soft swirls. Swoosh! The wind, its strength in eddies and twisters, smears the art of dancing clouds, and the white disperses like startled fairies fleeing into the forest. Suddenly all is brilliant blue. The waters calm and clear. It warms me. Pleases me. Forces my eyes to close at such vast radiance. My day is spent surrounded by this ethereal sea, but soon enough the light in its belly subsides. Rich colors draw my gaze to the opposite horizon where the waters both begin and end. I watch the colors bleed and deepen. They fade into black. Yawning, I cast my eyes at tiny gleams of life that drift within the darkened waters. I extend my reach as if I could will my arm to stretch the expanse between me and eons. How I would love to brush a finger over a ray of living light, but I know I cannot. Distance deceives me. These little breathing lights floating in blackness would truly reduce me to the tiniest size, like a mountain stands majestic over a single wild flower. I am overwhelmed by it all and stare up, in love with the floating sea above my head.”

“برای جوان های معمولی هم دوچرخه وسیله ی بسیار سرگرم کننده ای است تا چه رسد به پسرک بینوایی چون من که تا همان اواخر می لنگیدم و هنوز سه چهار کیلومتر نرفته خیس عرق می شدم!... چه لذتی از شیب تپه ها به شتاب پایین رفتن و در ژرفاهای چشم انداز گم شدن؛ به تیزی پرنده ای به دور دستهای جاده ای رسیدن که با نزدیک شدنت از هم باز و شکوفان می شود؛ دهکده ای را در یک چشم به هم زدن پشت سر گذاشتن و همه چیزش را به یک نگاه از آن خود کردن و بردن...”

“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”

“Gusts of fiery winds blow, blasting a furnace of heat. The air rings with the shrill screams of my beloved carnations. Rising and falling, they shed their flower heads upon the worn, foot trodden dirt. Staring up, their heads smile sadly, their petals shedding tears. Rolling across the planks, they reach out for me. The carnation flower's scent is fragrant in the breeze. It wakes me so I escape the dark world of dreams.”

“چشم انداز طبیعت و تامل در آن، چه در یک قاب و چه در هزار و یک قاب، شاهراه لذت را در برابر خرد آدمی می گشاید. دیری نمی گذرد که پرنده ی خیال بر فراز این اقیانوس لذایذ بال می گسترد و بر شمار و شدت آن می افزاید. هزار احساس رنگارنگ در هم گره می خورند و با هم یکی می شوند و لذایذی نو پدید می آورند. رویای شکوه با تپش های عشق می آمیزد. عزت نفس دست به سوی نیکوکاری دراز می کند و نیکوکاری شانه به شانه ی عزت نفس گام بر می دارد. مالیخولیا گهگاه حریر مجلل خویش را بر سرمان می کشد و اشک هایمان را به لذت بدل می سازد.”

“i'm looking for the face i had before the world was made. I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves, the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would become stars and planets. I was the steaming planet Earth, the bacteria awash in the sea, and the early eukaryotes and multicellular animals. I exploded in the Cambrian explosion, stumbled onto land, walked with dinosaurs, saw trees and flowers appear, walked upright in Africa, and walked on the moon. I felt the embrace of gravity. I was one with all that had been and all that was to be. I experienced subjective mystical communion with the evolutionary, emergent universe. I was the universe. We know not where the journey leads, nor whether a final destination is even a meaningful concept. The attraction is the inherent thrill of participating in a grand creative endeavor for which participation is its own reward”

“Not until man sees the light and submits gracefully, moderating his homoecentricity; not until man accepts the primacy of beauty, diversity, and integrity of nature, and limits his dominion and numbers, placing equal value on the preservation of natural environments as on his own life, is there hope that he will survive.”

“Sometimes it took death for me to see life, don't live with regrets keep your head high. In a world filled with beauty I don't want to blink twice; soak up every moment because you can't stop time.”