At The Water’s Edge

Reflections

My favorite spot is by the lake,
With forest by the side,
‘Cause in the fall with colors bright,
Its beauty we can’t hide.

When the water’s ruffled by the breeze,
And it laps upon the shore,
The sound is very soothing and it,
Makes me yearn for more.

The scent of leaves upon the ground,
Is the only one of its’ kind and no aroma in all the world,
Is such a perfect find.

Reflections on the water of the,
Trees are that of fire,
And when I look up to the trees,
Their beauty reaches higher.

The peacefulness that lies abound,
Upon the lake all o’er,
Has been there for a thousand years,
And sure to be much more.

Douglas R. Hill

The Sun Drives the Night Away

“A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
Henry David Thoreau

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“The lakes are something which you are unprepared for; they lie up so high,  exposed to the light, and the forest is diminished to a fine fringe on their edges, with here and there a blue mountain, like amethyst jewels set around some jewel of the first water, – so anterior, so superior, to all the changes that are to take place on their shores, even now civil and refined, and fair as they can ever be.”
Henry David Thoreau

Blue Morning

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream –
Lingering in the golden dream –
Life, what is it but a dream?

Lewis Carroll

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“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.”
Leonora Carrington

Morning Magic

“To trace the history of a river, or a raindrop, as John Muir would have done, is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body. In both we constantly seek and stumble on divinity, which, like the cornice feeding the lake and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself over and over again.”
Gretel Ehrlich

Firehole River

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time? That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”
Hermann Hesse

“The sound of the water says what I think.”
Chuang Tzu

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“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.”
Hermann Hesse

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Coming to LifeReflecting on Autumn

Lake of GoldSinking in the Sky

“When oxygen and hydrogen find one another, their joining produces fiery passion. Out of this fire, water is born. Quaint Victorian chemistry gives us an image of one oxygen and two hydrogen atoms in a fixed molecule that bounces around from place to place. The reality of water is not so orderly. The hydrogen atoms are not owned by any particular oxygen atom. Water is a substance very much in love with itself, and the atoms connect in webs and clusters where oxygen shares around the hydrogen atoms freely, a fluid situation indeed.”
Ian D. Anderson

Amber Glow
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Coming of the Night

The dark steel skies are tired.
Through the still air, so quiet,
The last remnants of the day
Slowly, in silence ebb away
Into the blue velvet of the night.

Darkness descends from high above,
All colours blend into one,
The deep blue lake, the mountains blue
Waiting to fall into sleep, to dream anew.

Vanda Ralevska

Coming of the Night

Beyond the Water GateBlue like the MorningBlue MirrorMorning Blues

Golden GlowLonely WillowMorning by the PondWaking up from a Dream

You are the river
Running through my veins
You bring me to life
At the brink of the day

You are the light
Shining through my heart
You give me hope
In the dark of the night

Vanda Ralevska

You are the River

“Rivers are magnets for the imagination, for conscious pondering and subconscious dreams, thrills, fears. People stare into the moving water, captivated, as they are when gazing into a fire. What is it that draws and holds us? The rivers’ reflections of our lives and experiences are endless . . .”
Tim Palmer

RiverRiver SwirlRiver Flow

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
Margaret Atwood

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“I have never seen a river that I could not love. Moving water . . . has a fascinating vitality. It has power and grace and associations. It has a thousand colors and a thousand shapes, yet it follows laws so definite that the tiniest streamlet is an exact replica of a great river.”
Roderick Haig-Brown

The Shape of Water

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.  I am haunted by waters.”
Norman Maclean

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