Spring has its hundred flowers,
Autumn its moon,
Summer has its cooling breezes,
Winter its snow.
If you allow no idle concerns
To weigh on your heart,
Your whole life will be one
Perennial good season. (from The Golden Age of Zen)

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“Fur Traders on Missouri River” by the American painter George Caleb Bingham (1811-1897)

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What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.

High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.

'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
'The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, --
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning  1806-1861)

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Water, sea waves, rivers, lakes and ponds feature in this unusual slide show, devised by Maire McSorley. The music comes from Mozart’s Serenade No10 for 13 wind instruments, played by the soloists of the Chamber Orchestra of Europe.



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I may look at a flower and be drawn into the depths of its beauty. I may sit in meditation and be drawn into the depths of my soul.      (from fragrantheart.com)

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“A Kiss” by Lawrence Alma-Tadema  1836-1912

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Happy the man and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. (John Dryden 1631-1700)

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And finishing with an arrangement for 'cello and piano of a popular Bach melody.



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Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. (William Wordsworth)

“Lines written in Early Spring”

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreathes;
And ‘tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion that they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man? (William Wordsworth)

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This clip shows the work of the Russian landscape painter Ivan Shishkin 1832-1898.



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“Still Life and Flowers” by the Italian painter Giuseppe Recco (1634-1695) 

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Three short poems by William Blake (1757-1827)

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.

I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.

In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.

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A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.

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The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble Sheep a threatening horn,
While the Lily white shall in Love delight,
Nor a thorn, nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

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Finally this slide show continues the floral theme.




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This unusual picture was taken by the American photographer Edward S. Curtis 1868-1952.

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Among North American Indians one legend tells that in the beginning all creatures were spirits living in space. They kept on searching for a place where they could have physical bodies and live settled lives. First they flew up to the sun, but found it unsuitable there; they investigated the moon with no success; they came down to the earth and saw it was completely covered with water. They were on the point of moving on when they saw a huge rock rising out of the water and burst into flames; steam floated upwards, clouds formed and the spirits were delighted to see land appearing with grass and trees. As they landed on firm ground, they were transformed into human beings. There was great rejoicing as they expressed their thanks to Wakonda, the Maker of All Things.

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All plants are our brothers and sisters. They talk to us and, if we listen, we can hear them. (A saying of the Arapaho tribe)

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TWO HUNTERS

There were but two beneath the sky -
The thing I came to kill, and I.
I, under covert, quietly
Watched him sense eternity
From quivering brush to pointed nose
My gun to shoulder level rose.
And then I felt (I could not see)
Far off a hunter watching me.
I slowly put my rifle by,
For there were two who had to die -
The thing I wished to kill, and I. (Anon)

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This slide show consists of a variety of photographs of North American Indians.

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