It is a perfect day, such as makes one in love with the earth.
~ James Russell Lowell
An open heart is the portal to the eyes to the soul. When we begin to see and feel through the eyes of the soul we connect to the oneness of the universe and become, not merely an onlooker, but an active participant, a creative force performing with and fully integrated within the magnificent, cosmic dance of life. ~ Mary Anne Byrne
“Every moment and every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men. Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost, because men are not prepared to receive them: for such seeds as these cannot spring up anywhere except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity and love. – Thomas Merton
image: Andrei Nikolayev
Mother Nature never fails to grab our attention with her beautiful painting of scenery the beauty the flood of light, leaves splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow. Autumn leaves, yellow, green, orange rich colors swirl around me,
Autumn’s approaching, we love to see the trees and all their colors in this season.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOf noble natures, of the gloomy days,Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened waysMade for our searching: yes, in spite of all,Some shape of beauty moves away the pallFrom our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boonFor simple sheep; and such are daffodilsWith the green world they live in; and clear rillsThat for themselves a cooling covert make‘Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:And such too is the grandeur of the doomsWe have imagined for the mighty dead;All lovely tales that we have heard or read:An endless fountain of immortal drink,Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.BY JOHN KEATS
Mother nature allows me to see the true beauty in life beyond materialistic possessions. Look around you at nature and you will see the art of “energy balance” at play – the spring is followed by autumn, if the trees were like humans they would make an effort to retain their blossoms through out the year, in order to “look good”, and finally get exhausted, because they missed the rest period given by autumn, and lose their capacity for quality blossoms. Nature, in its pure form, is naturally in a state of inner wholeness – this is the natural state of being of life-energy, the state of stability.