Luminescent Blue

I was recently in Portland Oregon"s delicately magnificent Japanese Garden where the blue japanese irises were in full bloom.If the soul was given a color it would be of blue.

Georgia O'Keefe said;"it was in the fall of 1915 that I decided not to use ant color until I couldn't get along without it and I believe it was June before I needed blue".


This in celebration of the gift of blue...

Seeing deeper...oneself

again,by ,Robert Frost;

For Once, Then, Something
by Robert Frost

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.