The earth itself assures us it is a living entity. Deep below surface one can hear its slow pulse, feel its vibrant rhythm. The great breathing mountains expand and contract. The vast sage desert undulates with almost imperceptible tides like the oceans. From the very beginning, throughout all its cataclysmic upthrusts and deep sea submergences, the planet Earth seems to have maintained an ordered rhythm.
The desert is so vast that no one can know it all. Men go out into the desert, and they are like ships at sea; no one knows when they will return.
Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.
A poet is a poet, whether he rides in a Ford or on a donkey; a sage is a sage, whether he plays golf in New Jersey or bathes in the Ganges, or prays in the desert; and a fool is a fool, whether he be a maharaja or a president of a post-war republic.
In saffron-colored mantle from the tides
Of Oceans rose the Morning to bright light
TO gods and men.
We never see any journalism or documentaries on the oceans and what we're doing on this Earth and how it affects the oceans and how important they are. I'm intrigued by it. It's almost an untold story.
People turn their eyes and ears to him (the sage), and the sage cares for them like his own children.
Music is as vast as the sky, the oceans, the universe.
I am an agnostic, even though I respect and am interested in all religions. If there's something I believe in, it's a mysterious energy; the one that fills the oceans during tides, the one that unites nature and beings.
There is no aspect of our experience not molded in some way by metaphor's almost imperceptible touch.
When she cries, it is quiet, tearless, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.
Again and again I am brought up against it, and again and again I resist it: I don't want to believe it, even though it is almost palpable: the vast majority lack an intellectual conscience; indeed, it often seems to me that to demand such a thing is to be in the most populous cities as solitary as in the desert.
Becoming Christlike is a lifetime pursuit and very often involves growth and change that is slow, almost imperceptible.
It's such a huge playing field, especially with the wind and shifting tides and only three women out. It's almost like you are fending for yourself out there.
I find Los Angeles to be a place of great physical beauty, in which you have the oceans and the mountains, and there's a vertical sense and a desert light that you can see forever.
Reputations rise and fall almost as regularly as the tides.