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***This summer I saw mountains    Thrusting out of the sea,    And mountains mellowed with age,    Rounded, softer, quietly returning to the sea. I saw Redwoods: massive    Majestic, alive,    And marveled as I held seeds    From which they thrive. I wondered at hands that could be so old    As those that carved the living stone   In rocks by the sea; I stood in awe hundreds of feet    Beneath blankets of branches    Of ancient trees. I listened as mountainous streams    Sang songs of the sources    Of life-giving waters. I saw flowers too many to name    Running up and down grassy hillsides,    In and out of pine-scented forests,    Along rivers,    Through meadows,    Etc.    Etc.    Etc.*** *But why am I telling you this?    Because, of course,    I must prove I am free,    That I can see beauty    all around me. But it seems    The less I feel free,    The less beauty I see, and    The louder I shout, “I am free, I am free”,    The more I scream, “I see, I see”. It’s all a game,    You see;    you see. I just try to follow the rules.*                                                                 August 1, 1970                                                               (edited 10/11/2014)
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
Beauty in Nature
***This summer I saw mountains    Thrusting out of the sea,    And mountains mellowed with age,    Rounded, softer, quietly returning to the sea. I saw Redwoods: massive    Majestic, alive,    And marveled as I held seeds    From which they thrive. I wondered at hands that could be so old    As those that carved the living stone   In rocks by the sea; I stood in awe hundreds of feet    Beneath blankets of branches    Of ancient trees. I listened as mountainous streams    Sang songs of the sources    Of life-giving waters. I saw flowers too many to name    Running up and down grassy hillsides,    In and out of pine-scented forests,    Along rivers,    Through meadows,    Etc.    Etc.    Etc.*** *But why am I telling you this?    Because, of course,    I must prove I am free,    That I can see beauty    all around me. But it seems    The less I feel free,    The less beauty I see, and    The louder I shout, “I am free, I am free”,    The more I scream, “I see, I see”. It’s all a game,    You see;    you see. I just try to follow the rules.*                                                                 August 1, 1970                                                               (edited 10/11/2014)
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
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