From the peak

The cloudless sky
in the mountain lake

Pure dawn

Pure dawn
let these mornings be yours again.
Even the rose lies to us in this poisoned garden
as we squint at the gaudy sky.

Nearest to all things

Nearest to all things is that power which fashions their being. Next to us the grandest laws are constantly being executed. Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.

Thoreau