Perhaps Every Moment Of Time Lived In

This Earth Is My Sister; I Love Her Daily Grace, Her Silent Daring, And How Loved I Am. How We Admire This Strength In Each Other, All That We Have Lost, All That We Have Suffered, All That We Know: We Are Stunned By This Beauty, And I Do Not Forget: What She Is To Me, What I Am To Her.

The Mind Can Forget What The Body, Defined By Each Breath, Subject To The Heart Beating, Does Not.

Self-reflection Is A Desire Felt By The Body, As Well As The Soul. As Dancers, Healers, And Saints All Know, When You Turn Your Attention Toward Even The Simplest Physical Process - Breath, The Small Movements Of The Eyes, The Turning Of A Foot In Midair - What Might Have Seemed Dull Matter Suddenly Awakens.

There Is Always A Time To Make Right What Is Wrong.

We Are Nature. We Are Nature Seeing Nature. The Red-winged Blackbird Flies In Us.