Loving Brambles   3 comments

Cut brambles long enough,

Sprout after sprout,

And the lotus will bloom

Of its own accord:

Already waiting in the clearing,

The single image of light.

The day you see this,

That day you will become it.

~ Sun Buer

“If you know the music the moment the violin string begins to vibrate, then you know how to navigate through the forest of brambles and entanglements with freedom and ease. If, on the other hand, you think that with practice the forest of brambles and entanglements will altogether disappear, then right from the beginning you are hopelessly entangled and won’t find your way.”

~ John Daido Loori

Earth’s crammed with heaven

And every common bush afire with God;

But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,

The rest sit round it and pick blackberries,

And daub their natural faces unaware

More and more from the first similitude.

~ Elizabeth Browning

“O. blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close you eyes and wish you might liver forever in the wideness of that rich moment.”

~ Richard Llewellyn

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,

And the pismire is equally perfect,

and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,

And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,

And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,

And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,

And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

~ Walt Whitman

“Today I think Only with scents, – scents dead leaves yield,

And bracken, and wild carrot’s seed,

And the square mustard field; Odours that rise

When the spade wounds the root of tree,

Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, rhubarb or celery.”

~ Edward Thomas

 Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And here is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart runaway in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill, and there is a river:

Each a glimpse and gone forever!

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

“What are the thorns really telling her? It’s why she won’t let us see them, why she clings to them–or they cling to her–as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can’t get out and we can’t get in to free her.”
~ Patricia A. McKillip

Thanx for stopping by.  See you next time!

For Bramble, Rubus spp. identification:

https://forageporage.wordpress.com/2011/08/22/dew-to-bramble/

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3 responses to “Loving Brambles

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  1. Pingback: Dew To Bramble! « Forageporage's Blog

  2. I love Walt Whitman. These are worth reading over and over.

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