The earth moves in a certain rhythm, a certain sound, a certain note. When the music stops the earth will stop and everything upon it will die.
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The earth moves in a certain rhythm, a certain sound, a certain note. When the music stops the earth will stop and everything upon it will die.
In our totality we are born of the Earth. Our spirituality itself is earth-derived... If there is no spirituality in the earth, then there is no spirituality in ourselves
It is the courage to be authentic that keeps us strong enough to withstand the heartbreak through which enlightenment can occur. And it is by honoring how life comes through us that we get the most out of living, not by keeping ourselves out of the way. The goal is to mix our hands in the earth, not to stay clean.
Often the people most concerned about others going to hell when they die seem less concerned with the hells on earth right now, while the people most concerned with the hells on earth right now seem the least concerned about hell after death.
As touching nature I am a worm of this earth, and yet a subject of this commonwealth; but as touching the office wherein it has pleased God to place me, I am a watchman... For that reason I am bound in conscience to blow the trumpet publicly.
Man is beginning to explore the galaxy. But how much remains undone on earth?
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore.
There is much to be said for trying to improve some disadvantaged people’s lot. There is nothing to be said for trying to create heaven on earth.
There is no power on earth that can undo Pakistan.
The resurrection is not an isolated supernatural oddity proving how powerful, if apparently arbitrary, God can be when he wants to. Nor is it at all a way of showing that there is indeed a heaven awaiting us after death. It is the decisive event demonstrating that God’s kingdom really has been launched on earth as it is in heaven.
Perhaps the earth can teach us_x000D_ _x000D_ As when everything seems dead_x000D_ _x000D_ And later proves to be alive
How fair doth Nature_x000D_ _x000D_ Appear again!_x000D_ _x000D_ How bright the sunbeams!_x000D_ _x000D_ How smiles the plain! _x000D_ _x000D_ The flow'rs are bursting_x000D_ _x000D_ From ev'ry bough,_x000D_ _x000D_ And thousand voices_x000D_ _x000D_ Each bush yields now. _x000D_ _x000D_ And joy and gladness_x000D_ _x000D_ Fill ev'ry breast!_x000D_ _x000D_ Oh earth!-oh sunlight!_x000D_ _x000D_ Oh rapture blest! _x000D_ _x000D_ Oh love! oh loved one!
There's something wonderfully exciting about the quiet sing song of an aeroplane overhead with all the guns in creation lighting out at it, and searchlights feeling their way across the sky like antennae, and the earth shaking snort of the bombs and the whimper of shrapnel pieces when they come down to patter on the roof.
So it was that the war in the air began. Men rode upon the whirlwind that night and slew and fell like archangels. The sky rained heroes upon the astonished earth. Surely the last fights of mankind were the best. What was the heavy pounding of your Homeric swordsmen, what was the creaking charge of chariots, besides this swift rush, this crash, this giddy triumph, this headlong sweep to death?
The sky dreams of stars, the earth dreams of love.
Only when there is a wilderness can man harmonize his inner being with the wavelengths of the earth. When the earth, its products, its creatures, become his concern, man is caught up in a cause greater than his own life and more meaningful. Only when man loses himself in an endeavor of that magnitude does he walk and live with humanity and reverence.
Too often, people think that solving the world's problems is based on conquering the earth, rather than touching the earth, touching ground.
In this there is no judgment and no blame, for we seek not to perfect the world but to perfect our love for what is on this earth.
Your silence exists as does my self gathering. But so does the almost absolute silence of the world's dawning. In such suspension, before every utterance on earth, there is a cloud, an almost immobile air. The plants already breathe, while we still ask ourselves how to speak to each other, without taking breath away from them.
I haven't inherited the earth from my parents, I am borrowing it from my children.
Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
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