"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, and the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day."

"The clouds evaporate in the cold sky.
The autumn has departed and the mountain is barren.
This is where we originally dwell."

"You should roam in places that are your own,
that arise in accordance with your own true nature.
And what is the place that is your own?
It's the pasture of ardent clearness and mindfulness,
where discontent and greed are put aside for the sake of the world.
That is your own place, your natural range."
-Samyutta Nikaya