“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake,
I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still,
the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . .
All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life
slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child
that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.”
“The mere thought of walking outdoors on a brilliant golden-blue day
causes fire-works of delight to go off in most people’s psyche.
It gives one an instant feeling of happiness and that is meditation!
We are not only in touch, at that moment, with the physical splendour of nature, but also with the beauty of merging our own spiritual nature with it.”
“As I go through the day,
keep my eyes open wide.
May I not miss beauty.
May I not miss joy.
May I not miss wonder.
Keep me awake and aware of the world….
As I rise with the morning, fog lifting slowly for my mind,
I pray not to forget these truths.”
One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores,
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story
told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.
My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors,
each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day . . .”