It's organic. It's like a river. One stream comes in and it meets another stream and becomes the Amazon.
All the stream that's roaring by Came out of a needle's eye.
It is when we are trapped in incessant streams of compulsive thinking that the universe really disintegrates for us, and we lose the ability to sense the interconnectedness of all that exists.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.
The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
One gem from that ocean is worth all the pebbles from earthly streams.
Clear, unscaleable ahead, Rise the mountains of instead From whose cold, cascading streams None may drink except in dreams
I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.
The handling of our forests as a continuous, renewable resource means permanent employment and stability to our country life. The forests are also needed for mitigating extreme climatic fluctuations, holding the soil on the slopes, retaining the moisture in the ground, and controlling the equable flow of water in our streams.
If all of this, all the life of a stream of water, can be nothing but a pile of atoms, how much more is possible?
It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with getting from point A to point B. It had to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles with no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets. The experience was powerful and fundamental. It seemed to me that it had always felt like this to be a human in the wild, and as long as the wild existed it would always feel this way.
No stream rises higher than its source
When we talk of flood control, we usually think of dams and deeper river channels, to impound the waters or hurry their run-off. Yet neither is the ultimate solution, simply because floods are caused by the flow of water downhill. If the hills are wooded, that flow is checked. If there is a swamp at the foot of the hills, the swamp sponges up most of the excess water, restores some of it to the underground water supply and feeds the remainder slowly into the streams. Strip the hills, drain the boglands, and you create flood conditions inevitably. Yet that is what we have been doing for years.
The day should come when all of the forms of life. . . will stand before the court - the pileated woodpecker as well as the coyote and bear, the lemmings as well as the trout in the streams.
From love one can only escape at the price of life itself; and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of all things human and divine.
Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.
Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.
When you defile the pleasant streams, And the wild bird's abiding place, You massacre a million dreams, And cast your spittle in God's face
I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.