Seeking a mantra in
The chants of Nature
Sheep grazing
Cows drifting to their morning milking
Piccolo rings of rosellas
Classical sighs of winds
Brushing tall yellow grasses
Ohm's in a soft minor chord
The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
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- Like a brilliant sapphire...
- In the dark outside...
- When a morning frizzles...
- Seeking a mantra...
- Yesterday...
- If you want to understand...
- A weeping veil...
- From winter shoes...
- Tender pink...
- Rubies and diamonds...
- Shearing time...
- Walking...
- Ducks stir...
- Tiny tractor train...
- Fluttering sleepy...
- Fruit and flakes...
- My bills continually...
- I'm not possessed...
- Churned froth and bubble...
- I am a patch...
- One special tree...
- It's a Cosco...
- It is good to hear...
- Fermenting...
- This dull grey day...
- Never let stale...
- My cold...
- I love the tweets...
- The sunshine charm...
- After a whirlwind affair...
- Dawn Dew...
- Home...
- Morning questions...
- The museum of yesterday...
- Cobweb...
- I crave...
- In a corner...
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- Almost Easter...
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