The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.
Edwin Arlington RobinsonRead
The stillness of October gold_x000D_ _x000D_ Went out like beauty from a face.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the transient beauty of nature, particularly in October.
In this quote, Edwin Arlington Robinson evokes a sense of serene beauty found in the stillness of October, likening it to the fleeting beauty of a person's face. This comparison suggests that just like the vibrant hues of autumn are temporary, so too are moments of beauty in life, encouraging a reflection on the impermanence of both nature and human experience.
In practice
During a nature walk, I quoted, 'The stillness of October gold went out like beauty from a face.' as I admired the autumn scenery.
The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.
Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
To go fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men - for all men are equal before fish.
Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn,_x000D_ _x000D_ Greater are none beneath the Sun _x000D_ _x000D_ Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.
Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.
The way I see it, the earth is going to be here after we're dead and gone. Even if it's a polluted planet, and they messed it up. Where do they go from here - to another planet so they can mess that up too?
Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!
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