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“Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.”

Mind I Can Eye Faces Sky Clothes Rain Stones Blue Depth Ancient Disappear All Time Silver Pale Beaten Unsatisfied Hovering Helm

Book:Later Poems

Source: Later Poems

“When mountains and waters are painted, blue, green, and red paints are used, strange rocks and wondrous stones are used, the four jewels and the seven treasures are used. Rice-cakes are painted in the same manner. When a person is painted, the four great elements and five skandhas are used.”

Persons Used Water Five Four Rocks Strange Materials Mountain Elements Red Stones Blue Green Paint Seven Treasure Cake Jewels Rice Wondrous Rice Cakes

Author:Dogen

“In precious opals there might be a dash of red here, a seductive swirl of blue there, and in the center, perhaps, a flirtatious glance of green. But each stone flickers with a unique fire and a good opal is one with an opinion of its own.”

Might Opinion Fire Unique Red Stones Blue Green Colour Glances Seductive Flicker Swirls Opal Flirtatious

Book:Jewels: A Secret History

Source: Jewels: A Secret History

“Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.”

“May your rivers flow without end... down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs... where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you-beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”

May Ends Dream Beautiful Next Waiting Wonder Rocks Strange Wall Red Flow Rivers Stones Blue Ancient Endless Bars Desert Sunlight Cliffs Canyons Chasms Pinnacle Domes

Author:Edward Abbey

“The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.”

Has Beens Made Stills Light Next Morning Sea Moon Picks Stones Blue Pockets Smooth

Book:All of Us: The Collected Poems

Source: All of Us: The Collected Poems

“It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.”

Trying May Together Speak Voice Pay Attention Silence Stones Blue Thanks Pay Attention Weed Contests Patches Doorways Few Words Vacant Irises

Author:Mary Oliver

“The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang and skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way its getting late It was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations”

Way Giving Children Enough Stories Light Night Stars Voice Behinds Sun Sky Moon Late Laughter Stones Blue Lays West Leaving Translations Constellations Papa Sun Set Moon Rise

Author:Jack Johnson

“A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail.”

Needs Feelings Action Young Turns Strong Wind Stones Connections Blue Sail Strong Women Terrified Oxygen Crave Choke Not Strong

Book:Moon Is Always Female

Source: Moon Is Always Female

“The woods were deserted that day. The stones stood still and silent, as though they were waiting for something. At the center of them all, a jagged piece of amber glowed in the growing darkness. Lights fizzed softly around it, turning pink, orange, purple, blue. No one saw it. No one ever did. Why would they? No one knoew about its magic, not anymore. They had forgotten all about such magic a long, long time ago. About the same time they stopped believing in faries. How foolish.”

“Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.”

Trying May Together Speak Voice Pay Attention Silence Praying Stones Blue Thanks Pay Attention Weed Contests Patches Doorways Few Words Vacant Irises

Book:Thirst: Poems

Source: Thirst: Poems

“The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.”

Stills Home Night Fall Passion House Heaven Stars Grows Dark Watches Darkness Tree Sky Land Calling Stones Eternity Sight Blue Ancient Sunset Coats Immensity Darkening Ancient Trees

Author:Rainer Maria Rilke

“All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.”

Heart Night Heaven White Darkness Heard Moon Stones Empty Blue Sunset Fountain Drowsy Satyrs

Book:Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale

Source: Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale