Love

To love is to live.

To live is not to be violent.

We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.

If we could establish a deep, abiding relationship with nature,

We could never kill an animal for our appetite,

We would never harm, vivisect, a monkey, a dog, a guinea pig for our benefit.

We would find other ways to heal our wounds, heal our bodies.

But the healing of the mind is something totally different.

That healing gradually takes place if you are with nature,

With that orange on the tree,

And the blade of grass that pushes through the cement,

And the hills covered, hidden by the clouds.