Tagore: My Heart Beats her Waves at the Shore

The world speaks to me in pictures,

my soul answers in music.

Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams

will come out in flowers.

My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world

and writes upon it her signature in tears

with the words, 'I love thee.'

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and

yet give you illumined freedom.

He who does good comes to the temple gate,

He who loves reaches the shrine.

- Whisperings of Rabindranath Tagore -

Footnote: See corals and other marine treasures of the seagrass lagoon of Semakau at my flicker.com album

Embracing Nature Conservation: How?

Dave Santucci's ready label for critics as 'elitist' should meet with his own label 'parochial'. His view has no logic and does not deserve any rigorous debate. [See reports here]

Look to Jacques-Yves Cousteau and other universal beings like him instead for true goodness-to-nature education and stewardship - yes, minus all the 'carnival' and dark logic. Then, go and explore your local beach, and take your time to sample the wonderous arrays of marine animals found there. Make sure you enjoy the wind, the sky, the waves and the sand beneath your feet too. Then tell me, please tell me, do you need to see and ride a whale to appreciate it or nature better?

Nature appreciation is such: it is eclectic in spirit and allows you to embrace universal truths about nature conservation, our world, our home, our heart, without molestation and self-centeredness. It frees us - not entrap us.

See through the bright lights of the carnival and teach our children well.

'Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.' - Whisperings of Rabindranath Tagore

RELATED:
1) Read a hilariously written rebuttal to Santucci's argument at:

Hell Hath No Fury Like Nature Scorned Blog

2) May I invite you to read what it takes to be The Stupa Man - in an unpublished cautionary landscape-essay of mine : )