Sunburst

Sunburst, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

On a hill in Harting.

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“In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends”.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Our faith sought…

Our faith sought…, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

Wherever forests have not been mowed down, wherever the animal is recessed in their quiet protection,

wherever the earth is not bereft of four-footed life – that to the white man is an ‘unbroken wilderness.’
But for us there was no wilderness, nature was not dangerous but hospitable, not forbidding but friendly.

Our faith sought the harmony of man with his surroundings; the other sought the dominance of surroundings.
For us, the world was full of beauty; for the other, it was a place to be endured until he went to another world.

But we were wise. We knew that man’s heart, away from nature, becomes hard.”

❥~❀ Chief Luther Standing Bear

“She was an Auburn tree in lemon skies.”

"She was an Auburn tree in lemon skies."
Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

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“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
~ Shel Silverstein

“anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain”

― E.E. Cummings