July Clover

The wondering flowers looked up to see
Who had offered the worm a home:
‘T was a clover-blossom, whose fluttering leaves
Seemed beckoning him to come;
It dwelt in a sunny little nook,
Where cool winds rustled by,
And murmuring bees and butterflies came,
On the flower’s breast to lie.

–– Louisa May Alcott

As Adam (50)

“The mystery behind all form is at last named in a formula so convincing, so appealing, so satisfying, that distinction ceases; we forget that even this is not final, that beyond the expression, and apart from it, lies the whole immensity.” – The Vision of Siva

As Adam (46)

As a man traversing the whole earth,
Finds not anywhere an object more loveable than himself;
Therefore, since the self is so universally loved by all,
The man who loves himself so much,
Should do no injury to others.
” – Sona Thera