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The lotus is the most beautiful flower,

whose petals open one by one.

But it will only grow in the mud.

In order to grow and gain wisdom,

first you must have the mud —

– the obstacles of life and its suffering. …

The mud speaks of the common ground

that humans share, no matter what

our stations in life. …

Whether we have it all

or we have nothing,

we are all faced with the same obstacles:

sadness, loss, illness, dying and death.

 

If we are to strive as human beings

to gain more wisdom,

more kindness and more compassion,

we must have the intention

to grow as a lotus

and open each petal one by one.

 
Goldie Hawn

 

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

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July 15, 2014 garden 005

 

No synonym for God

is so perfect as Beauty.

Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers,

or gathering matter into stars,

or planning the movements of water,

or gardening – still all is Beauty!

 

John Muir

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

July 4, 2014 After Arthur 044
When we contemplate

the whole globe

as one great dewdrop,

striped and dotted

with continents and islands,

flying through space

with other stars

all singing and shining

together as one,

the whole universe

appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

 

John Muir

 

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

June 8, 2014 swans 005

A child’s world

is fresh and new and beautiful,

full of wonder and excitement.

It is our misfortune

that for most of us

that clear-eyed vision,

that true instinct for

what is beautiful and awe-inspiring,

is dimmed and even lost

before we reach adulthood.

Rachel Carson

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

May 26. 2014 Ligustrum 001

But, when the work was finished,

the Craftsman kept wishing

that there were someone

to ponder the plan of so great a work,

to love its beauty,

and to wonder at its vastness.

 

Picco Della Mirandola

 

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

April 26, 2014 azaleas 051

Let the magic happen.

It’s always there.

Abundance and love are always there.

Believe in the highest good. There is a higher essence to everything.

The realm you’re in has a heaviness that mutes energy.

You can penetrate through it, no matter how dark and heavy.

Sometimes it has nothing to do with karma.

Just don’t forget to keep it open.

Don’t get too bogged down, don’t limit the brightness.

Reach through the dark energy and grab it.

You might see the smoke coming out of the chimney

and you’ll even see the smoky sky.

You need to reach through the smoke

and bring the light to you.

Remember the possibilities

of something greater then are right here.

Be willing to go to the lightness.

Don’t feed off what is not right in the world.

Kuan Yin

February 18 2014 parkway 014

Have you ever felt so at one with the world,

with the universe, with everything that is,

that you were overcome with love?

That is reality. That is the truth.

What we make of it is up to us,

as the painting of the sunrise is up to the artist.

In our world humanity has strayed from that love.

It lives hatred and power struggles

and manipulations of the earth itself

for its own narrow reasons.

Continue and no one will see the sunrise.

The sunrise will always exist, of course,

but people on earth will know nothing of it

and finally even stories of its beauty

will fade from our knowing.
Richard Bach

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

January 9 2014 ice on Parkway 080
All existing things are really one.
We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable,
and those that are ugly as foul and rotten.
The foul and rotten
may come to be transformed
into what is rare and valuable,
and the rare and valuable
into what is foul and rotten.
Zhuangzi
Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

December 20 sunrise 018

In your light

I learn how to love.

In your beauty,

how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest

where no-one sees you,

but sometimes I do,

and that sight becomes this art.

Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2013

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People are like stained-glass windows. 

They sparkle and shine

when the sun is out,

but when the darkness sets in,

their true beauty is revealed

only if there is light from within.

 

 

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Photo by Woodland Gnome