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"Calm
is all Nature as a Resting Wheel."--William Wordsworth
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calm
is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again. |
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"Nature
recycles. Leaves are falling to give space to new ones in spring...?Rivers
evaporate to become clouds, rain.Dead animals can feed certain animals.
Poop become grass.nectar from a flower becomes honey,Don't you think
we also recycle? We die and our spirit comes back in another body.Does
it make sense to you as it does to me?
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I agree our body can be food for animals or fertilizer to the ground,
but I means our spirit is in constant recycle too..Re-cycle = cycle
over and so on (cycle)" |
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