The Eagle
 

One of my favorite poems is by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.... a fragment of a poem called "The Eagle"....
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.


Nature is a beautiful thing.... Like these beautiful six lines, a lot of nature's beauty can be found in every little part....

Dien

(Talking about the "Physical" path of the 5 paths of life....)