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Tis winter & the fields are bare & waste
The air one mass of ‘vapour clouds & storms’
The suns broad beams are buried & oercast & chilly glooms the midday light deforms
Yet comfort now the social bosom warms
Friendship of nature which I hourly prove
Even in this winter scene of frost & storms
Bare fields the frozen lake & leafless grove
Are natures grand religion & true love
(lines 901 - 909)
John Clare
The air one mass of ‘vapour clouds & storms’
The suns broad beams are buried & oercast & chilly glooms the midday light deforms
Yet comfort now the social bosom warms
Friendship of nature which I hourly prove
Even in this winter scene of frost & storms
Bare fields the frozen lake & leafless grove
Are natures grand religion & true love
(lines 901 - 909)
John Clare
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Steps
I knew that if I kept my eyes open in mindfulness and my steps at ease, I could find my Pure Land. That is why I do not let a single day pass without practicing walking meditation.
Thich Nhat Hanh
http://www.what-buddha-taught.net/Books2/Thich_Nhat_Hanh_A_Guide_to_Walking_Meditation.htm
Thich Nhat Hanh
http://www.what-buddha-taught.net/Books2/Thich_Nhat_Hanh_A_Guide_to_Walking_Meditation.htm
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