We known ourselves to be made from this earth.
We know this earth is made from our bodies.
For we see ourselves.
And we are nature.
We are nature seeing nature.
We are nature with a concept of nature.
Nature weeping.
Nature speaking of nature to nature.
-- Susan Griffin

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much love, light and laughter,
ananya.

*~Come play with my children feel the peace and Scatter some joy.~*
~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~
We can't all be stars, but we can all twinkle.
We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

Then let me go to nature as I came from nature to the great cycles of creativity that I have dimly, so dimly, understood . . .
When you commit my ashes to the ground . . .commit them!
For then one cycle of individual life will be over, and a unit of nature will be separated into its minute parts for participation in new ways, as atoms rearrange in the mysterious slow seething of the world. Just as I have come from infinity, so I return to infinity,
between which events, for a little time, I came to celebrate that miracle which I could never fathom.
Therefore, when it is time . . . yield me dying, yield me dead in this tradition- -earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust-- in sure and certain hope that the dust which bloomed briefly in my loving will bloom again, bloom again in the renewal of species, each meaning according to its kind with not even a single day of the mayfly
scorned; that this dust will bloom again and again and always again until the seas run dry and the mountains disappear.
~Mary Jean Irion, Yes, World: A Mosaic of Meditation

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He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.
—Rudyard Kipling