tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36102455.post5981844476433054485..comments2024-03-05T17:51:15.555-09:00Comments on flameinthesnow: I know a cure (Mirabai)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36102455.post-68528950863867110522017-05-19T13:39:06.620-08:002017-05-19T13:39:06.620-08:00A whisper is blowing toward me from beyond the sev...A whisper is blowing toward me from beyond the seven seas --<br />I love the trees, and the trees love me. : -) <br /><br />Thank you for the reminder of Byron's alliterative lines. There is a certain pithy satisfaction in them. <br /><br />We wandered from pine-hills<br />through oak and scrub-oak tangles,<br />we broke hyssop and bramble,<br />we caught flower and new bramble-fruit<br />in our hair: we laughed<br />as each branch whipped back,<br />we tore our feet in half-buried rocks<br />and knotted roots and acorn-cups.<br /><br />We forgot—we worshipped,<br />we parted green from green,<br />we sought further thickets,<br />we dipped our ankles<br />through leaf-mould and earth,<br />and wood and wood-bank enchanted us—<br /><br />-H.D. Iulia Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06962212081437398247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36102455.post-13103633271808882682017-05-18T04:32:37.585-08:002017-05-18T04:32:37.585-08:00Such sentiments always guide me to Byron's tho...Such sentiments always guide me to Byron's thought ~ "There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore .... I love not Man the less, but Nature more"Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11143158401232798217noreply@blogger.com