When I detect a beauty in any of the recesses of nature,
I am reminded by the serene and retired spirit in which it
requires to be contemplated, of the inexpressible privacy of life -
how silent and unambitious it is.
The beauty there in mosses will have to be considered from
the holiest, quietest nook.
I am reminded by the serene and retired spirit in which it
requires to be contemplated, of the inexpressible privacy of life -
how silent and unambitious it is.
The beauty there in mosses will have to be considered from
the holiest, quietest nook.
My truest, serenest moments are too still for emotions...
~
To be calm, to be serene!
There is the calmness of the lake when there is not a breath
of wind; there is the calmness of a stagnant ditch. So it is
with us.
Sometimes we are clarified and calmed healthily, as we never
were before in our lives, not by an opiate, but by some
unconscious obedience to the all-just laws,
so that we become like a still lake of purest crystal
and without an effort our depths are revealed to ourselves.
There is the calmness of the lake when there is not a breath
of wind; there is the calmness of a stagnant ditch. So it is
with us.
Sometimes we are clarified and calmed healthily, as we never
were before in our lives, not by an opiate, but by some
unconscious obedience to the all-just laws,
so that we become like a still lake of purest crystal
and without an effort our depths are revealed to ourselves.
~
I awoke into a music which no one by me heard.
Whom shall I thank for it? I feel it a blessing.
To the sane man the world is a musical instrument.
The very touch affords an exquisite pleasure.
Whom shall I thank for it? I feel it a blessing.
To the sane man the world is a musical instrument.
The very touch affords an exquisite pleasure.
Henry David Thoreau
taken from a journal entry, June 22, 1851
with thanks to The Beauty We Love
~
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