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Robert Harrison
Guest
Nature does not need the likes of man,
it gets along quite well without us.
The song of a bird and the rustle of leaves
is but the voice of wood.
Does the mountain hold fast to the voice?
No, but casts it back to the one who litters.
If nature wished to commune with man,
then that man must listen with his own ears,
for we do not all hear the same voice.
The wood is never silent, but we fail to
hear what it has to say because our footsteps
and our minds are to loud. It asks no questions
and gives no answers, but we can be alive to
it’s beauty, and from its beauty we draw
inspiration. Hold on to the awareness that
you may have of it, and above all never feel
that what you have learned is wasted,
for even the wayside weed can be glorious
to behold. Listen, tune your being to the
song of the wood and stream and think
yourself a part of them. There is so much
lost to our understanding, and no one
questions the losing.
Quote “The wood is like the ocean,
monotonous only to the ignorant”.
Disraely
it gets along quite well without us.
The song of a bird and the rustle of leaves
is but the voice of wood.
Does the mountain hold fast to the voice?
No, but casts it back to the one who litters.
If nature wished to commune with man,
then that man must listen with his own ears,
for we do not all hear the same voice.
The wood is never silent, but we fail to
hear what it has to say because our footsteps
and our minds are to loud. It asks no questions
and gives no answers, but we can be alive to
it’s beauty, and from its beauty we draw
inspiration. Hold on to the awareness that
you may have of it, and above all never feel
that what you have learned is wasted,
for even the wayside weed can be glorious
to behold. Listen, tune your being to the
song of the wood and stream and think
yourself a part of them. There is so much
lost to our understanding, and no one
questions the losing.
Quote “The wood is like the ocean,
monotonous only to the ignorant”.
Disraely
