Quiet morning air, crisp
Dewdrops suspended in limbo
Somewhere between birth and death
I am here too, in this infinite moment
Once again playful, child like
Julia, thank you so infinitely much for this most beautiful, helpful and healing poem Nature speaks!! Maybe this would also be a good book title...
With the exception of Albert Schweitzer (and may be in very few instances the Dalai Lama), no one i know of can by far reach your literary talent and pureness of a through and through ethical life you have chosen to spread your message of love for all life and conservation and creation of all which is precious and beautiful. You are an angel who came into my life at a very very critical moment - i owe you more than i can tell you here, it may well be that i owe you even my very life!! I have read the legacy so very often by now and still find so much beauty and consolation in it - you have created literature there and elsewhere that i believe should be in environmentalist's book shelves FOREVER.
I try hard to follow your example, but very often i believe i do it too dilletantically and feel shame.
Yours incredibly much lovingly, Harald
I chanced upon "The Legacy of Luna" - and the way I have seen the world changed so much since then. Thank you for being who you are and doing what you do. You have restored my faith in my own powers. I hope I get to meet you one day - just so I can thank you for the amazing things you have done for me.
Reconnecting with nature is vital to our survival. It helps us connect with our true self. Your poem is powerful and you're very talented. Thank you for sharing it. I look forward to learning more from you.
It is in the silence where we hear everything we need to hear. As it is said, "form is emptiness, emptiness is form."