/ Angkor,Cambodia /

While with an eye made quite by the power of harmony,

and the deep power of joy,

we see into the life of things. – William Wordsworth

                                                                   / Dogon village, Mali /

The Land is a mother that never dies. – Maori

La Terre c’est une mère qui ne meurt jamais. – Maori

                                  / Namibia /

Sunrise and Sunset

I’ll tell you how the sun rose,

A ribbon at a time.

The steeples swam in amethyst,

The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,

The bobolinks begun.

Then I said softly to myself,

That must have been the sun!

But how he set, I know not.

There seemed a purple stile

Which little yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,

A dominie in gray

Put gently up the evening bars,

And led the flock away. – Emily Dickinson

/ Lake Tekapo, New Zealand /

With beauty before me, may I walk. With beauty behind me, may I walk. With beauty above me, may I walk. With beauty below me, may I walk. With beauty all around me, may I walk. Wandering on the trail of beauty, may I walk. – Navajo: Walking Meditation