Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unheard before, and you are where breathing is prayer.

A mind that has confronted ruin for years Is half or more a ruined mind.

Small creatures die because larger creatures are hungry. How superior to this human confusion of greed and creed, blood and fire.

Ask the world to reveal its quietude- not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which birdsongs, trees, bellworts, snails, clouds,…

These be Three silent things: The falling snow...the hour Before the dawn...the mouth of one Just dead.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast when struggling passions lower, Touched by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindre…

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinkling…