If there is anything that I feel that I need to preserve as I grow old, it is wonder The ability to find awe in the mundane, the seemingly bleak trenches of everyday existence How is it that a child is to able to see the sublime in the routine? To look at the ordinary and see what is extraordinary To paint the world with their vivid imagination To have boundless curiosity radiate through their being During a walk on a cool summer morning, my attention is suspended by the rising sun piercing through the hazy clouds Wonder emerges as I see the birds gliding through the sky, singing ecstatically Soaring effortlessly into the horizon, they find reprieve in the towering trees Riches, wealth and power all pale in comparison to the awe and bliss found in Nature As I shed the veil of adulthood, I see the world once again as a child A world of wonder A world of infinite possibility
The Artist – A Life of Virtue: Philosophy as a Way of Life
O’ Modern Man, Modern Man, how you stand up tall with your undeserved pride.
You hold infinite knowledge in the palm of your hand,
Control nature, much more than it can withstand.
Is there anything you can not know?
No place where you can not go?
Why are you so serious modern man?
Don’t you see life is a great mystery.
Is there still wonder in your eyes?
Is there any passion still in your soul?
Look towards nature, and you will find reprieve.
Bathe in the forest, admire the beauty of the trees.
Stand in the stillness under the stary sky,
Look inward for solitude, for purpose and your why.
Life is just a game we all must play.
Just let go for a while, and you will see,
How effortless it is to be free.
Life is a great mystery, a great mystery.
I went out into the woods in search of God, To seek shelter from the storm and find the divine within, To lose myself in wonder and awe gazing at the beauty of the trees. Like Nature's very own skyscrapers, their grandeur points towards the heavens, They diminish one's ego making us feel small in comparison to the vast cosmos. Illusive boundaries disappear as I fade into stillness, Worries flow seamlessly like the wind, Time lies at a standstill. As I stand alone in silence, the great mystery of existence emerges, It is beyond all logic and rational thought, Inexhaustible wonder supersedes the limited finite mind. As I gasp for air, the mystery slowly subsides, Until I meet it again, My next visit to the woods.