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The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.
...I meditated on the passage of time, and how it may be found in both a dry and a wet or gaseous state; how, though lush, it might be dessicated for storage.
Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.
To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.
Nothing else can take a cloud's place but the sun.
No form remains permanently in a substance; a constant change takes place, one form is taken off and another is put on.
Here, rancid air hangs heavily in a void, its texture thick, liquid, clinging, in a night full of the hot smells of decay.
Tea and water give each oter life,' the Professor was saying. 'The tea is still alive. This tea has tea and water virality,' he added. '... Afterwards, the taste still happens... It rises like velvet... It is a performance.
All things are from water and all things are resolved into water.
You either evolve or dissolve.
Everything flows and nothing stays.
A pure fountain gives pure water
You are water
I'm water
we're all water in different containers
that's why it's so easy to meet
someday we'll evaporate together.
The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up
Me: "Let me tell you about it.
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.
The sun pours out like wine.
The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
What is the scent of water?"
"Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
The ethereal nature of mists means that while they may appear solid and to have distinct forms, they are also immaterial, and can readily become formless.
We all are filled up with vacuum.
Just need the right one to burst out.
- The Drenched Writer
Everything is cleansed and purified by the rains, and the Earth blossoms in beauty.
In a dry wind like this, snow and ice can pass directly into the air as a gas without having first melted to water. This process is called sublimation; tonight the snow in the yard and the ice in the creek sublime.
Even when the air seems perfectly still great changes are taking place.
Strikes, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Tears wash away the soot of indifference.
Yesterday was to me like the paper through which chemists filter their solutions: all suspended particles, all that is superfluous remains on this paper. And this morning I went downstairs freshly distilled, transparent.
Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.
The paper burns, but the words fly away.
The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.
It all comes out in the wash.Wash-- Harry Styles
Men come and go, but dust accumulates.
Drying, the storm mumbles, / like a freshly washed apron.
When your tears become invisible, disappear
Muddy water, let stand, becomes clear.
Water will, increasingly, be detained, stored and then recycled or infiltrated in gardens.
If water stands motionless in a pool it grows stale and muddy, but when it moves and flows it becomes clear: so, too, man in his wanderings.
Now gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...
Fills The air around with beauty.
The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
The human body is vapor materialized by sunshine mixed with the life of the stars.
The sun
shines in a bucket of water
and doesn't
get wet.
Where does the flame of a candle go after is faded?
I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher
Water is the one substance from which the earth can conceal nothing; it sucks out its innermost secrets and brings them to our very lips.
Slowly it floats more and more away,
beetle-spirited vaporing
Rain drips from the sky
I hope it rains forever
If that's what it takes to wash you away from me
And when I'm clean
I'll finally be free.
Moisture is the essence of wetness, and wetness is the essence of beauty.
Water is the soul of the Earth.
Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight ...
What physicians call perspirable matter is that vapour which passes off from our bodies, from the lungs, and through the pores of the skin. The quantity of this is said to be five eighths of what we eat. - Author.
into the rapidly cooling night air. The temperatures
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew ... so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
water wants to flow,
Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.
Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
One un-vents something; one unearths it; one digs it up; one runs it down in whatever recesses of the eternal consciousness it has gone to ground.
The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.
Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
A little drop each day eventually fills the sea.
The air had lost its icy feel, but now a thin, sickly mist clung to everything, wrapping around tree trunks and moving over the ground in visible tides.
It rains
And rains
And rains.
But there is a sky above the rain,
Nothing can rot the sky.
Earth has turned to mud. What of it?
The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.
(from "A Rainy Day")
All the emptying out is only for the sake of a Great Outpouring.
Consider how quickly all things are dissolved and resolved:
Tears are liquid droplets cascading from the soul.
An infinite
Resignedness
Rains where the white
Mists opalesce
In the moon-shower ...
Tears shall drown the wind
My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
Water flows, but never changes. It's always H2O.
I have hands full of this radiance. It flows through my fingers. It doesn't diminish.
Every drop makes a ripple...
Words in the air blow away as soon as you say them, but words on paper last forever
For a moment
he became smoke.
How intimate,
now,
the cloudy sky.
When a liquid boils, the temperature has been raised to such a pitch that the evaporating molecules are sufficient in number and speed to lift off the air from the surface of the liquid and push it back en masse.
But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.
It's all saturated in sweat, pubes, and vegan farts!" Dennis
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
Water is the driving force of all nature.
If snow melts down to water, does it still remember being snow?
Most of [her ashes] fell into the river in a long gray curtain. But some was caught by the wind and blown upward toward the blue spring sky where it swirled a moment in the air, before dissolving into sunlight.
A word drops into the mist
like a child's ball into high grass
where it remains seductively
flashing and glinting until
the gold bursts are revealed to be
simply field buttercups.
Word/mist, word/mist: thus it was with me.
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
Every drop of dew before it fades must feel itself immortal.
moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.
The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.
If you know anything of science, madame, you must know that water is but ice given energy.
The dead vanishes into thin air.
Burned over water.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to overcome the cloud that loads 'em.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.
the daily diminishment is a low flame, a constant drip.
Our bounty, like a drop of water, disappears, when diffus'd too widely
Every grain of sand or silt carried out by the rivers and deposited at sea displaces a corresponding amount of water.
The Cloudy Vase
Past time, I threw the flowers out,
washed out the cloudy vase.
How easily the old clearness
leapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.
It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain.
In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.
Storms purify the atmosphere.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.