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Another Dabbling in Zen

Another Dabbling in Zen

 

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A monk asked Fa-yen: “As for the finger I will not ask about it. But what is the moon?”

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 The Master said: “Where is the finger that you don’t ask about?”

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 So the monk asked: “As for the moon, I will not ask about it. But what is the finger?”

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The Master said: “The moon!”

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  The monk challenged him: “I asked about the finger. Why did you answer, ‘the moon’?”

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 The Master replied: “Because you asked about the finger.”

 ZEN MONDO

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  Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free: Stay  centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the  ultimate.

  CHUANG-TZU

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“What is the Tao?” a monk asked.

  “It is right in front of your nose!” the Master answered.

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 “So why can’t I see it?” the monk continued.

  “Your Me is in the way,” the Master answered.

   ZEN MONDO

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BoSt Galleries- Pathways

BoSt Galleries- Pathways

There was once an ancient Chinese Zen master who never gave teisho, or dharma talks. The monks, however, pleaded with him to give teisho, and one day, finally, he agreed. When it was time, he walked into the dharma hall, offered incense and prostrations in front of the altar, and then took his seat. After a few minutes he slowly got up, bowed, and left the dharma hall. The poor monks were all puzzled, and next time they saw him asked: “Why didn’t you say anything?”

     “I’m not a dharma teacher,” he responded. “I am a Zen master.”

ZEN MONDO

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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 could you 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

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BoSt Galleries Exhibit – Spring Flowers

BoSt Galleries Exhibit – Spring Flowers

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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

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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

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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 

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BoSt Galleries: The Mysterious Way

BoSt Galleries: The Mysterious Way

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“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

More Visions of Chrysanthemums (Mums)

More Visions of Chrysanthemums (Mums)

Chrysanthemums are truly a glorious flower offering countless visual delights. It was a hard choice but here are a few more of my favorites:

Another Lovely Poem:

Autumn chrysanthemums have beautiful color

Autumn chrysanthemums have beautiful color,

With dew in my clothes I pluck their flowers.

I float this thing in wine to forget my sorrow,

To leave far behind my thoughts of the world.

Alone, I pour myself a goblet of wine;

When the cup is empty, the pot pours for itself.

As the sun sets, all activities cease;

Homing birds, they hurry to the woods singing.

Haughtily, I whistle below the eastern balcony —

I’ve found again the meaning of life.

by T’ao Ch’ien, Buddhist Taoist, 4th Century

(365 – 427) Timeline, English version by Wu-chi Liu

 

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BoSt Galleries- Ode to the Chrysanthemum 2012

BoSt Galleries- Ode to the Chrysanthemum 2012

Here’s another lovely poem. The sentiment well describes this spectacular flower.

Chrysanthemum

The rose is called the queen of flowers,

          Surrounded by her sisters fair,

          A lovely throng of beauties rare, Chrysanthemum.

The rose is called the queen of flowers,

          Surrounded by her sisters fair,

          A lovely throng of beauties rare,

She holds her court ‘mid summer bowers,

          ‘Neath smiling skies of sunny blue,

          Gayly they bloom the summer through

Brightening all the golden hours.

  But when the autumn days have come

          Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthemum. 

As we watch the summer days depart

          And the painted leaves in silence fall,

          And the vines are dead upon the wall;

A dreamy sadness fills each heart,

          Our garden seems a dreary place,

          No brilliant flowers its borders grace,

Save in a sheltered nook apart,

          Where gay beneath the autumn sun

          Blooms our own Chrysanthemum.

Ah! she is not a “Summer Friend,”

          She stays when all the rest have flown,

          And left us flowerless and alone;

No singing birds, or blooms to lend

          Their brightness to the autumn haze,

          ‘Tis she who cheers the dreary days;

‘Tis joy to know so sweet a friend;

          No fairer flower blooms ‘neath the sun

          Than autumn’s queen Chrysanthemum.

__Hattie L. Knapp.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas

Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw

(Chicago: American Publishers’ Association. 1894)

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Chrysanthemums (Mums) in the year 2012

Chrysanthemums (Mums) in the year 2012

 

The Chrysanthemum is the flower of November. Because it blooms in the cold autumn air and foretells the coming of winter it has come to symbolize the virtue to withstand all adversities.

The name Chrysanthemum is derived from the Greek words chrysos (gold) and anthos (flower). Genus Chrsanthemum is from the family of Asteraceae .  There are approximately thirty species of perennial flowering plants in the family Asteraceae which is native to Asia and NE Europe.

 

We all love chrysanthemums, especially since the present day chrysanthemums are so magnificent, far showier than their ancestral wild cousins.  The flower occurs in various forms: they can be pompous, decorative, daisy-like, or buttons.

 

 

 

Chrysanthemums are generally of two basic groups: The Garden Hardy variety and the Exhibition variety.

The Garden hardy mum are new perennials and as the name suggests, are a sturdy bunch, capable of being wintered over in the ground in most Northern latitudes.  They are capable of producing an abundance of small blooms with the least assistance and are able to withstand adverse weather conditions such as wind and rain. .

The Exhibition varieties, though spectacular, are considered to be frail and need a lot of painstaking care. However the resulting disbudded blooms and spray forms such as Fans, Hanging Baskets, Topiary, Bonsai, Thousand Bloom and Cascades, to name a few,  make the effort all worthwhile.

 

 

 

Aside from decorating our homes and gardens, chrysanthemum flowers have a culinary function.   The chrysanthemum leaves are often boiled or steamed and served as a side dish of greens in Chinese cuisine.  Sometimes the petals of chrysanthemum are mixed with thick snake meat to augment a soup’s aroma.  The white and yellow flowers of the species C. morifolium are boiled to make tea, known as the “chrysanthemum tea” in many parts of Asia.  The chrysanthemum tea is accredited with many medicinal usages including aiding one’s recovery from influenza.  In Korea, Gukhawaju is a rice wine flavoured with chrysanthemum flowers.

 

 

Did you know that the Pyrethrum (Chrysanthemum cinerariaefolium) can be used as a natural source of insecticide? The pulverized flowers contain the active ingredient pyrethrins, found in the seed cases, once these are extracted, they can then be sold in the form of an oleoresin.  Applied in the form of a powder or as a suspension in oil or water, the Pyrethrins attack the nervous system of all types of insects and also serve to inhibit the female mosquitoes from biting.  In lesser dosage, they can be an effective insect repellent.  Keep in mind though that they are harmful to fish, but less toxic to mammals and birds than many synthetic insecticides, except in consumer airborne backyard applications. They are considered to be safest insecticides for use around food and being biodegradable when exposed to light, they are also considered to be an eco-friendly product. Finally, Chrysanthemum plants are known to reduce indoor air pollution.

 

Throughout the ages, many poems and stories have been created about the highly regarded Chrysanthemum. Here’s “The Last Chrysanthemum” by Thomas Hardy:

“Why should this flower delay so long
To show its tremulous plumes?
Now is the time of plaintive robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.

Through the slow summer, when the sun
Called to each frond and whorl
That all he could for flowers was being done,
Why did it not uncurl?

It must have felt that fervid call
Although it took no heed,
Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall,
And saps all retrocede.

Too late its beauty, lonely thing,
The season’s shine is spent,
Nothing remains for it but shivering
In tempests turbulent.

Had it a reason for delay,
Dreaming in witlessness
That for a bloom so delicately gay
Winter would stay its stress?

– I talk as if the thing were born
With sense to work its mind;
Yet it is but one mask of many worn
By the Great Face behind.”

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