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BoSt Galleries Exhibit – Spring Flowers

BoSt Galleries Exhibit – Spring Flowers




Spring in New Hampshire 

“Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.

Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.”

By Claude McKay




The Year’s at the spring  

“The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven—
All’s right with the world!”

By Robert Browning




Spring Bouquet

 “An earthen vase

held a bouquet
simple crocuses
at the street corner
in the downtown
of the city, around
the corner, down the block
on the way to school
a bit of color
shining through
the urban tableau
reminding us of beauty
amidst the clutter
of daily life.”

By Raymond A. Foss

May 20, 2007 


The End.


BoSt Galleries: The Mysterious Way

BoSt Galleries: The Mysterious Way


Abstract 5

Abstract 7

Abstract 9

Abstract 4

Bull's Eye

Farming fields

“We look at it and do not see it;
Its name is the invisible.
We listen to it and do not hear it;
Its name is the inaudible.
We touch it and do not find it;
Its name is the Subtle (formless).
These three cannot be further probed,
and hence merge into one . . .
Infinite and boundless, it cannot be given any name;
It reverts to nothingness.
This is called shape without shape, form without object.
It is the vague and elusive.
Meet it and you will not see its head.
Follow it and you will not see its back.”

Lao Tzu

The Tea-Master and the Assassin

The Tea-Master and the Assassin

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 16

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 18

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 19

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 20

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 21

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 15

Classical Oil Flower Arrangement 2211

Classical Oil Flower Arrangements 19

The Tea-Master & the Assassin

“Taiko, a warrior who lived in Japan before the Tokugawa era, studied Cha-no-yu, tea etiquette, with Sen no Rikyu, a teacher of that aesthetical expression of calmness and contentment.

Taiko’s attendant warrior Kato interpreted his superior’s enthusiasm for tea etiquette as negligence of state affairs, so he decided to kill Sen no Rikyu. He pretended to make a social call upon the tea-master and was invited to drink tea.

The master, who was well skilled in his art, saw at a glance the warrior’s intention, so he invited Kato to leave his sword outside before entering the room for the ceremony, explaining the Cha-no-yu represents peacefulness itself.

Kato would not listen to this. “I am a warrior,” he said. “I always have my sword with me. Cha-no-yu or no Cha-no-yu, I have my sword.”

“Very well. Bring your sword in and have some tea,” consented Sen no Rikyu.

The kettle was boiling on the charcoal fire. Suddenly Sen no Rikyu tipped it over. Hissing steam arose, filling the room with smoke and ashes. The startled warrior ran outside.

The tea-master apologized. “It was my mistake. Come back in and have some tea. I have your sword here covered with ashes and will clean it and give it to you.”

In this predicament the warrior realized he could not very well kill the tea-master, so he gave up the idea.”

Zen Stories.

A Remedy for the January Blues

A Remedy for the January Blues

Canadians are referred to as Snowbirds as, each year, like migrating birds they flock south to warm destinations seeking brief solace from the frigid temperatures, snow, and wind of the winter months.

There are other means to remedy the affliction of January blues.  Below is a collection of art that will allow you to vicariously indulge in a virtual getaway.

Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(1)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(2)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(3)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(4)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(5)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(6)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(7)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(8)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(9)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(10)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(11)


Tropical Visit-Impessionist Painting(12)


Here’s an old Irish saying that seems apropos: “May the Sun shine upon your way.”

BoSt Galleries- Impressions Path 2

BoSt Galleries- Impressions Path 2


Zen Story:   The Sound of One Hand

“The master of Kennin temple was Mokurai, Silent Thunder. He had a little protege named Toyo who was only twelve years old. Toyo saw the older disciples visit the master’s room each morning and evening to receive instruction in sanzen or personal guidance in which they were given koans to stop their mind from wandering.

Toyo wished to do sanzen also.

“Wait a while,” said Mokurai. “You are too young.”

But the child insisted, so the teacher finally consented.

In the evening little Toyo went at the proper time to the threshold of Mokurai’s sanzen room. He struck the gong to announce his presence, bowed three times outside the door, and went to sit before the master in respectful silence.

“You can hear the sound of two hands when they clap together,” said Mokurai. “Now show me the sound of one hand.”


Toyo bowed and went to his room to consider this problem. From his window he could hear the music of the geishas. “Ah, I have it!” he proclaimed.

The next evening, when his teacher asked him to illustrate the sound of one hand, Toyo began to play the music of the geishas.

“No, no,” said Mokurai. “That will never do. That is not the sound of one hand. You’ve not got it at all.”


Thinking that such music might interrupt his meditation, Toyo moved his bedding to a quiet place. He meditated again. “What can the sound of one hand be?” He happened to hear some water dripping. “I have it,” imagined Toyo.

When he next appeared before his teacher, Toyo imitated dripping water.

“What is that?” asked Mokurai. “That is the sound of dripping water, but not the sound of one hand. Try again.”


In vain Toyo meditated to hear the sound of one hand. He heard the sighing of the wind. But the sound was rejected.


He heard the cry of an owl. This also was refused.


The sound of one hand was not the locusts.


For more than ten times Toyo visited Mokurai with different sounds. All were wrong. For almost a year he pondered what the sound of one hand might be.

At last little Toyo entered true meditation and transcended all sounds. “I could collect no more,” he explained later, “so I reached the soundless sound.”

Toyo had realized the sound of one hand.”

The End

BoSt Art Galleries- Impressions Path 1

BoSt Galleries- Impressions Path 1

Zen Story: Nothing Exists 

“Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. Finally he called upon Dokuon of Shokoku.

Desiring to show his attainment, he said: ‘The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, and no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received.’

Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.

“If nothing exists,” inquired Dokuon, ‘where did this anger come from?’”

The End

BoSt Galleries-Colors of a Tourist Town Part 2

“The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science.”


Colors are not specific to metropolis; towns have also their particular charm.

Below BoSt galleries has provided the second part of a collection of Modern art.

The End.