An Ant at Work
“I see a galaxy,
I watch the earth,
looking at a garden,
I observe an ant at work.”
“As the sun rises from east,
humming birds fly out to flowery feasts,
all things begin to move, feelings of brightness starts to bloom.
Butterflies on flight throughout the day, reminding us of natures primal ways.
Then sun starts to set west, giving way to stillness and rest,
like waking and sleeping, sun will return, dawn to dusk in constant turn.”
- Mr. Sage, Taoistic Poems
“I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens
where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of
birds, the rippling of might waters, the sweet breathing of
flowers, and a wee child toddling in a wonder world. If this
is Paganism, then at present, at least, I am a Pagan.
- Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, “Zitkala-Sa”
Green Way Wisdom - Spirituality
In many ways, my garden is my altar. On it I offer up my effort, my caring,
my hours, my creativity. From it the Wee Folk speak to me. Through it I
become more centered, more rooted, more whole, more engaged. Gardening
is one of the primary mind/body movement arts I practice daily.