Born Into Color

Yellow Flax (Linum berlandieri) at sunrise

 

Your way begins
on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone
suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
                          from “Quietness” ~ Rumi

 

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Just Before Sunrise

With the sun not yet above the horizon, a flower of the white prickly poppy (Argemone albiflora) begins to emerge.

Fifteen minutes later, still crinkled and dewed, it shines its own light into the world.

 

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The Navigator

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A white ibis (Eudocimus albus) sets itself a challenge as it slips through bankside growth at the Brazoria Wildlife Refuge.

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John Burroughs Considers the Bee

A bumble bee judges the thistle “Cirsium horridulum” to be not at all horrible

“Into the material gathered from outward nature the creative artist puts himself, as the bee puts herself into the nectar she gathers from the flowers to make it into honey. Honey is the nectar plus the bee, and a poem, or other work of art, is fact and observation plus the man.”

“Our best growth is attained when we match knowledge with love, insight with reverence, understanding with sympathy and enjoyment: else the machine becomes more and more, and the man less and less.”

                                      John Burroughs ~ from “Science and Literature” (1914)

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