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Xerxes, I read, ‘halted his unwieldy army for days that he might contemplate to his satisfaction’ the beauty of a single sycamore. You are Xerxes in Persia. Your army spreads on a vast and arid peneplain…you call to you all your sad captains, and give the order to halt. You have seen the tree with the lights in it, haven’t you? You must have. Xerxes buffeted on a plain, ambition drained in a puff. Your men are bewildered…there is nothing to catch the eye in this flatness, nothing but a hollow, hammering sky, a waste of sedge in the lee of windblown rocks, a meager ribbon of scrub willow tracing a slumbering watercourse…and that sycamore. You saw it; you will stand rapt and mute, exalted, remembering or not remembering over a period of days to shade your head with your robe. “He had its form wrought upon a medal of gold to help him remember it the rest of his life.” We all ought to have a goldsmith following us around. But it goes without saying, doesn’t it, Xerxes, that no gold medal worn around your neck will bring back the glad hour, keep those lights kindled so long as you live, forever present? Pascal saw it; he grabbed pen and paper and scrawled the one word, and wore it sewn in his shirt the rest of his life. I don’t know what Pascal saw. I saw a cedar. Xerxes saw a sycamore.

Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me—little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again. It will always be spring again. And there will always be a new day.

You are God. You want to make a forest, something to hold the soil, lock up energy, and give off oxygen. Wouldn’t it be simpler just to rough in a slab of chemicals, a green acre of goo? You are a man, a retired railroad worker who makes replicas as a hobby. You decide to make a replica of one tree, the longleaf pine your great-grandfather planted- just a replica- it doesn’t have to work. How are you going to do it? How long do you think you might live, how good is your glue? For one thing, you are going to have to dig a hole and stick your replica trunk halfway to China if you want the thing to stand up. Because you will have to work fairly big; if your replica is too small, you’ll be unable to handle the slender, three-sided needles, affix them in clusters of three in fascicles, and attach those laden fascicles to flexible twigs. The twigs themselves must be covered by “many silvery-white, fringed, long-spreading scales.” Are your pine cones’ scales “thin, flat, rounded at the apex?” When you loose the lashed copper wire trussing the limbs to the trunk, the whole tree collapses like an umbrella. You are a sculptor. You climb a great ladder; you pour grease all over a growing longleaf pine. Next, you build a hollow cylinder around the entire pine…and pour wet plaster over and inside the pine. Now open the walls, split the plaster, saw down the tree, remove it, discard, and your intricate sculpture is ready: this is the shape of part of the air. You are a chloroplast moving in water heaved one hundred feet above ground. Hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, nitrogen in a ring around magnesium…you are evolution; you have only begun to make trees. You are god- are you tired? Finished?

You are not walking slow enough, when taking a walk, if you do not come across as bored or depressed (to the average sane person).

You are walking to Hope Springs?” “Yes, Your Grace.” “In this weather?” She glanced around and gave him a smile. “I haven’t any other weather to walk in.

You can’t be living always in the promise of the clouds; it must rain now. Leave the talking and live by walking… It will yield an indelible impact!

You can't win the wisdom of the forest without walking in the forest! Walk with awareness in the streets of life! Wisdom is the reward for walking inside everything with awareness!

Your best walk is the one you walk with your own style! Imitating others means wiping out ourselves!

You have to go head, even if no one goes with you.

You have the body of a god and the smile of a demon. I walk towards you, barefoot, a believer walking a religious path. I wrap my arms around your neck, a priest hugging his crucifix. I offer you my all. Burn me like incense. Let's make all the church bells in hell ring just for us.

Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking.

Americans are in the habit of never walking if they can ride.

Are you ready boots? Start Walking.....never look back. #‎ artforfreedom #‎ revolutionoflove

As a diabetic, I'm a walking picnic. I have to eat measured amounts of food at certain times.

Boy, I'll tell you, when the Rams drafted me No. 1, it surprised me. I was walking on air for days.

Your footsteps will have more to say about your spiritual life than knowledge attained.

All paths are the same, leading nowhere. Therefore, pick a path with heart!

Anybody running beats anybody walking, and anybody walking beats anybody sitting.

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.

By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path

Dancing is like walking.People always walk,right? For me,I always have to dance

Courage is walking naked through a cannibal village

Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.

Every cripple has his own way of walking.

Don't you get it? We are The Walking Dead!

Everything is within walking distance, as long as you have time.

Fear is the polio of the soul which prevents our walking by faith.

Everytime you read, you are walking among the dead, and, if you are listening, you just might hear prophecies.

Every working mom I know is constantly walking some kind of a tightrope of guilt.

I am walking proof of the power of prayer.

Grammar is...the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking.

He's pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells.

I admit that I haven't read everything in my library, but I feel smarter just walking in it!

I am a 'little messiah' walking on earth.

For me, prose walks, poetry dances.

I can imagine few worse fates than walking around for the rest of one's life wearing a typo.

I didn't want to be big Mr. Ego walking around.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

I don't have to be walking around like some peasant. I'm royalty!

I don't even think when I'm walking down the runway. I don't really breathe either.

I don't know what my path is yet. I'm just walking on it.

I feel energized walking off stage.

I don't make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.

I don't think about other people. They are not walking in my shoes. They are not paying my bills. What makes me happy is when I do what I like to do, for me.

I even used to stop vehicles going through stop signs, even though I was walking.

I don't like walking in the street and seeing 30,000 copies of myself.

If I don't get to go to the gym, walking is the answer.

If I could write a novel while I'm walking, I probably would.

If I'm walking very, very fast down Madison Avenue in the middle of the day, I'll say I'm stopped 10 times.

If the doors aren't open, just kick them in and keep walking.