your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you always open petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
(e. e. cummings, W [Viva], 1933)
I will stare at the sun until its light doesn't blind me
I will walk unto the fire til its heat doesn't burn me
And I will feed the fire
(Sarah Mclachlan, Into The Fire)

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love. (Marc Chagall)
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
(Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost, Act IV)
I love the purple dancer
Dancing in the space of ... time
She can surely know the answer
Standing in the steps of ... mine
(Mick Fleetwood, John McVie, Danny Kirwan: The Purple Dancer)
love is more thicker than forget
…it is more sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
(e. e. cummings, 50 Poems)
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Serve the creative souls. Whisper colors to them.
Brush the hearts of artists with colors they have never seen before.
Whisper to the poets and playwrights.
Whisper the words they need to hear.
Whisper to musicians. Hum two or three notes for them.
For an instant, let them all see through your eyes.
Send them dreams. Send them prayers.
Send them hopes. Send them hints of melodies.
Whisper feelings to them. Serve them well.
Whisper colors to them.
Whisper softly. Whisper from your wild heart.
(Cary Enoch Reinstein, Visionary Park, 1996)
Once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.
(Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream)
The first stirrings of the spring of Thy grace have appeared and clothed Thine earth with verdure. The clouds of the heaven of Thy bounty have rained their rain on this City within whose walls is imprisoned Him Whose desire is the salvation of Thy creatures. Through it the soil of this City hath been decked forth, and its trees clothed with foliage, and its inhabitants gladdened. (Bahá'u'lláh)
As the artist matures she is continuously shaken by what she manages to discover: by the earth shifting beneath her feet once again, by her own amazed, ringing laughter. (Eric Maisel)
The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers. (James Allen)
Full beautiful- a faery's child,
I met a lady in the meads,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
(John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819)