A man is not his hope, nor his despair, nor yet his past deed. We know not yet what we have done, still less what we are doing. Wait till evening, and other parts of our day’s work will shine than we had thought at noon, and we shall discover the real purport of our toil. As when the farmer has reached the end of the furrow and looks back, he can tell best where the pressed earth shines most.
- Henry David Thoreau
Find the Shine.
- Henry David Thoreau
Time to stop for nature's miracles
without cellphone delays.
When many of us require an audience,
the daisy never requests applause.
It needs to rise from the earth,
to shine with each morning's dew.
Reciprocate with a scent of awakening,
to flare magenta into a twirl.
Soon majesty of the moment will
attract a bee to nuzzle the future.
Find the Shine.
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