Wednesday, June 15, 2016

come to the woods

Come to the woods, for here is rest. 
There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. 
Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
~John Muir

photo: (c) bruce behnke 2016 

Tuesday, June 14, 2016


Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

I drink at it; but while I drink, I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is.

Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish fill the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.

I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. 

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

~Henry David Thoreau

photo: © bruce behnke 2016

Monday, June 13, 2016

what will you have left on this earth?

photo: © Bruce Behnke 2016

Monday, June 6, 2016

learning to listen, starting to see

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.   
~Haruki Murakami  Kafka on the Shore

photo: (c)bruce behnke 2016

Thursday, June 2, 2016

everything is related

photo: (c) bruce behnke 2016

Friday, May 27, 2016

evening in the middle of the pacific


from the north shore of Oahu Hawai'i
photo: bruce behnke
(c) 2016

Saturday, April 16, 2016

in a Chinese garden

I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,
Yet near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach.
Would you know how that is possible?

A heart that is distant creates a wilderness round it.

I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,
Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.
The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.

In these things there lies a deep meaning;
Yet when we would express it, words suddenly fail us.

~Tao Yuanming (365-427)

photos: Taiwan
©bruce behnke 2016