Bed of Roses

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve

And fare thee well, a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

The End

Nature's Abstract Art- 8

“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”  HENRY MILLER

The End.

BoSt Galleries Exhibit 7

Transformations

“Everything on earth is subject to change. Prosperity is followed by decline:

this is the eternal law on earth. Evil can indeed be held in check but not

permanently abolished. It always returns. This conviction might induct

melancholy, but it should not; it ought only to keep us from falling into

illusion when good fortune comes to us. If we continue mindful of the

danger, we remain persevering and make no mistakes. As long as a man's

inner nature remains stronger and richer than anything offered by external

fortune, as long as he remains inwardly superior to fate, fortune will not

desert him.”

I Ching

BoSt Galleries-CG Art Exhibit 1

A monk once drew four lines in front of Ma-tsu. The top line was long and the remaining three were short. He then demanded of the Master, “Besides saying that one line is long and the other three are short, what else you could say?”
 Ma-tsu drew one line on the ground and said: “This could be called either long or short. That is my answer.”

Zen mondo

BoSt Galleries Exhibit- 6

BoSt Galleries Exhibit-6

The Circle of Truth

Whenever a feeling is voiced with truth and frankness, whenever a deed is the clear expression of sentiment, a mysterious and far-reaching influence is exerted.

At first it acts on those who are inwardly receptive. But the circle grows larger and larger. The root of all influence lies in one's own inner being: given true and vigorous expression in word and deed, its effect is great. The effect is but the reflection of something that emanates from one's own heart. Any deliberate intention of an effect would only destroy the possibility of producing it.

I Ching

Treasures of Nature onthe Eve of Earth Day

Treasures of Nature on the Eve of Earth Day

We had spent a good part of the day at one of a kind Arts and Crafts show at the Energy Centre in Exhibition Grounds. My soul had ample nourishment with all manners creative delectable, whether it is in the form of rich textiles, metal sculptures, paintings, photos, pottery, jewelry and attires by the numerous, very talented exhibiters.  When our feet refused to carry us any longer, we sought a respite with a hot gourmet coffee; then mindful of the impending bad weather we reluctantly headed home. The weather being so chaotic lately, on the chance that the cherry trees would be in bloom, we abandoned the direct route and detoured through High Park. 

My disappointment at not seeing any blossoms was soon supplanted when I spotted a flowering patch in the distance. “Stop!” I cried, “I have to see this.”

 Moments later we precariously parked alongside the road; I jumped out of the car and made my way straight down the slope to get a better view, ignoring all the while the biting cold wind buffeting my sleeves. I had on a light jacket, for the previous week’s odd warm spell had spoiled me. In truth today was more typical of March weather.  

 I was not disappointed.  This strange occurrence, this capricious display, call it what you will, my eyes soon beheld  the wondrous rows and rows of delicate flowers, strewn on the ground with their tiny white petals, dotted with occasional blues, stoic and beautiful, bending their heads, oftentimes whipped by the sudden rising cold winds. Nature has such surprises and I felt fortunate to be there at the right time to appreciate this carpet of wonder. Feeling somewhat melancholy, my heart quaked knowing the weatherman had called for snow later on this day.

Here are some of the wonders that my eyes had beheld that fortunate, rare moment:

 Happy Earth Day!