Sometimes on lying down on the sward, I first looked up at the sky, gazing for a long time till I could see deep into the azure and my eyes were full of the colour; then I turned my face to the grass and thyme, placing my hands at each side of my face so as to shut out everything and hid myself.
Having drunk deeply of the heaven above and felt the most glorious beauty of the day, and remembering the old, old sea, which (as it seemed to me) as but just yonder at the edge, I now became lost and absorbed into the being or existence of the universe.
I felt down deep into the earth under, and high above into the sky and farther still to the sun and stars. Still farther beyond the stars into the hollow of space, and losing thus my separateness of being, came to seem like a part of the whole.
Then I whispered to the earth beneath, through the grass and thyme down into the depth of it’s ear and again up to the starry space hid behind the blue of the day……
From “The Story of my Heart” Richard Jefferies