All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Walt WhitmanRead
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Interpretation
Nature's simple beauty can bring more satisfaction than complex philosophical ideas.
This quote by Walt Whitman emphasizes the importance of experiencing nature and finding joy in simple things, suggesting that the beauty of a morning-glory flower outside his window provides a deeper sense of fulfillment than the abstract theories found in philosophical texts. Whitman champions the tangible, natural world as a source of wisdom and delight, aligning with his transcendental views of the relationship between humanity and nature.
In practice
In a nature retreat, this quote can be shared to highlight the beauty of the surroundings.
All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? I say democracy is only of use there that it may pass on and come to its flower and fruit in manners, in the highest forms of interaction between people, and their beliefs - in religion, literature, colleges and schools- democracy in all public and private life.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,_x000D_ _x000D_ We must separate awhileHere! take from my lips this kiss._x000D_ _x000D_ Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;_x000D_ _x000D_ So long!And I hope we shall meet again.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
High horns, low horns, silence, and finally a pandemonium of trumpets, rattles, croaks, and cries that almost shakes the bog with its nearness ... A new day has begun on the crane marsh. A sense of time lies thick and heavy on such a place ... Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.
All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing
I have always tempered my killing with respect for the game pursued. I see the animal not only as a target, but as a living creature with more freedom than I will ever have. I take that life if I can, with regret as well as joy, and with the sure knowledge that nature's way of fang and claw and starvation are a far crueler fate than I bestow.
Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment, can be confused with paradise.
The _x000D_ Earth would die_x000D_ If the sun stopped kissing her.
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes less than themselves.
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