Proteus

Silent and Void There is a thing confusedly formed,
Born before heaven and earth.
Silent and void
It stands alone and does not change,
Goes round and does not weary.
It is capable of being the mother of the world,
But I know not its name.

Turning Back Turning back is how the way moves;
Weakness is the means the way employs.
The myriad creatures in the world are born from Something, and Something from Nothing.

The Further One Goes Without stirring abroad
One can know the whole world.
Without looking out of the window
One can see the way of heaven.
The further one goes
The less one knows.

The Circular Ruins Does it exist within the heart of a stone? Did I see it when I saw all things and then forget it?

Lost Gods of Albion We had strayed into some region where the frontiers of some unknown world lay close about us.

The Hidden Door We have to find the door, daddy.

Beachcombing To see a world in a grain of sand...

Generall Historie of Plantes If delight may provoke men's labour, what greater delight is there than to behold the earth apparelled with plants?

The Garden Of Forking Paths I dreaded walking where there was no path
And pressed with cautious tread the meadow swath.

Think Like a Mountain With tranquility, the small goes and the great comes.

Unraveling the Landscape Some of these developed stone rows or processional walks that channelled the approach of both the dead and those wishing to commune with them.