Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
-Francis Thompson "Francis Thompson"
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
The meteorites of 1908 and 1947 had struck uninhabited wilderness; but by the end of the 21st century there was no region left on Earth that could be safely used for celestial target practice.
Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.
Because we all share this planet earth, we have to learn to live in harmony and peace with each other and with nature. This is not just a dream, but a necessity.
The churning separates the butter from the milk. In the same manner, through cosmic processes and upheavals of heat and cold, the five fundamental elements - earth, water, fire, air and space were separated and Earth, this Ball of Butter, emerged as the product of the churning.
Never forget that you are one of a kind. Never forget that if there weren’t any need for you in all your uniqueness to be on this earth, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.