My Soul Turns into a Tree

Sometimes, when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far-off farm,
I hold still and listen a long time.

Aspens in Fall by Henry Percy

My world turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.

My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal, and a cloud bank.
Then changed and odd it comes home
And asks me questions.

What should I reply?

~Hermann Hesse

The Language of Flowers

It’s time to get back to this…

“Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?”

~Shel Silverstein

Mirrored in Nature

“Our truest nature to fully connect, heal, and grow is to be
mirrored by something that reflects our full essence.
I believe the natural world is that ideal mirror.”

~ Regina M Powers

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Listen in the Great Silence

‘If there is any wisdom running through my life now, in my walking on this earth, it came from listening in the Great Silence to the stones, trees, space, the wild animals, to the pulse of all life as my heartbeat.’

~ Vijali Hamilton

The Sound of Snow

She asked me how to describe the sound
of snow falling softly in the mountains.
 
I stood among the flurries until the tears came,
until I couldn’t stop them. Not even
if I’d wanted to,
 
and I didn’t.
 
And, after a good long while, I replied:
“You must let your heart break for want of love. 
You must listen carefully when it does. 
Whatever it is you hear then,
that is it;
 
That is the sound of snow falling,
softly, 
in the mountains.”
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