In Nature’s green-leaved book, in blended tints,
Borrowed from rainbows and the sunset skies,
And written everywhere–on plain and hill,
In lonely dells, ‘mid crowded haunts of men;
On the broad prairies, where no eye save God’s
May read their silent, sacred mysteries. Thank God for flowers!
They gladden human hearts; Seraphic breathings part their fragrant lips
With whisperings of Heaven.
I don’t think existence wants you to be serious.
I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunshine.
I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration. @ayeshaophelia"As we grow in layers and align with our dreams, may we be reminded to connect to the Earth around and within us, to deepen our ritual of anchoring as we pave our paths in this lifetime."We wish you a lovely, blissful day xxx