I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
Today I sat before the cliff Until the mist and rainbows disappeared I followed the emerald stream Explored a thousand tiers of green cliffs In the morning my spirit rests among white clouds At night a bright moon floats in the sky I am free of the busy world There is not a doubt in my heart or a worry to disturb my mindhan shan
Theyare sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs 578 Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread, Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.john milton
The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot. The future is like a dead wall or a thick mist hiding all objects from our view; the past is alive and stirring with objects, bright or solemn, and of unfading interest.william hazlitt
How beautiful is night!A dewy freshness fills the silent air;No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,Breaks the serene of heaven:In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divineRolls through the dark blue depths;Beneath her steady rayThe desert circle spreadsLike the round ocean, girdled with the sky.How beautiful is night!Robert Southey
“They did not like to retain God in their knowledge” (Rom. i. 28), and though they could not extinguish “the Light that lighteth every man,” and which “shone in the darkness;” yet because the darkness could not comprehend the Light, they refused to bear witness of it, and worshipped, instead, the shaping mist, which the Light had drawn upward from the ground (i.e., from the mere animal nature and instinct), and which that Light alone had made visible (i.e., by super-inducing on the animal instinct the principle of self-consciousness).Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.john milton
A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.John Banister Tabb, Humming Bird.
Today I sat before the cliff Until the mist and rainbows disappeared I followed the emerald stream Explored a thousand tiers of green cliffs In the morning my spirit rests among white clouds At night a bright moon floats in the sky I am free of the busy world There is not a doubt in my heart or a worry to disturb my mindCold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
And the answer given was very significant: "Because we talk in vain, and because we are satisfied with the things of the senses , and because we are running after desires ; therefore, we, as it were, cover the Reality with a mist." Here the word Maya is not used at all, but we get the idea that the cause of our ignorance is a kind of mist that has come between us and the Truth .Vivekananda, in Complete Works, Volume 2, p.88
Know, too, that when a pilgrim strays, In morning mist or evening maze, Along the mountain lone, That fairy fortress often mocks His gaze upon the castled rocks Of the Valley of Saint John.Walter Scott The Bridal of Triermain (1813), Canto 3, Conclusion, st. 1.
Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song , and all about you will be beauty . There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.Anonymous, a traditional Navajo song, as quoted in All Men Seek God : The Quest for Faith in the Words of Great Leaders and Thinkers (1968) by Dean Walley
Though our hearts be sad, and tearful Be our eyes in coming years. Memory will see bright rainbows On the cloud mist of our tears .James Laughlin Hughes, in Rainbows on War Clouds (1919), p. 9