Sunday, May 21, 2017

the dreaming




 The Dreaming is written into the land itself.
Through the Dreaming we are taught knowledge of plants and animals, to us many of the flowering plants are treated as signs of animals available to hunt, fish about to appear, fruits about to ripen; the movement of the stars foretells the changing of weather, the birth of animals, the time for ceremony and gatherings.

The Dreaming completely surrounds us, we are shown proof of it everyday. It’s not some old book written thousands of years ago, it is the living world itself. The Dreaming belongs to every Aboriginal person - it isn’t the sacred property of a few priests/rabbis/imams, it is the property of everyone - every ceremony, every right, every tradition, every bit of knowledge is destined to be known to an individual sometime within their lifetime.

The Dreaming was not designed to be just practised one day a week, or to only be turned to only in times of need - it is designed to be lived in every moment, and to shield you from those times of need. It serves as a guide to day-to-day life, a guide to the spiritual side of life.

~Aboriginal man Midnight Davies


What we draw on from our memories, and think, imagine and create in our daily lives is our dreaming.

~Djon Mundine, Bundjalung man and Aboriginal Curator




The Flora und Botanischer Garten Köln, Germany

photo: (c) bruce behnke 2017

defining the surface



Man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.

~Jacques Yves Cousteau


Flora und Botanischer Garten Köln, Germany
photo: (c) bruce behnke 2017  

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

pure imagination



Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see into your imagination
We'll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free, if you truly wish to be


~lyrics and song by
Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley
photo by bruce behnke (c) 2017

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

my soul goes flying



Tianmu Moutain Ascended in a Dream

Li Bai

A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan,
Which waters and mists conceal beyond approach;
But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain,
Still seen through its varying deeps of cloud.
In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven,
Tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China
With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range,
Which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
...My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh
And they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon.
And the moon lights my shadow
And me to Yan River --
With the hermitage of Xie still there
And the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
I wear his pegged boots
Up a ladder of blue cloud,
Sunny ocean half-way,
Holy cock-crow in space,
Myriad peaks and more valleys and nowhere a road.
Flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river,
Startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
Clouds darken with darkness of rain,
Streams pale with pallor of mist.
The Gods of Thunder and Lightning
Shatter the whole range.
The stone gate breaks asunder
Venting in the pit of heaven,
An impenetrable shadow.
...But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace,
And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind,
Come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one,
With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers.
Row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
I move, my soul goes flying,
I wake with a long sigh,
My pillow and my matting
Are the lost clouds I was in.
...And this is the way it always is with human joy:
Ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long.
...But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer
And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.
Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office
Who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!

梦游天姥吟留别

李白

海客谈瀛洲, 烟涛微茫信难求。
越人语天姥, 云霓明灭或可睹。
天姥连天向天横, 势拔五岳掩赤城;
天台四万八千丈, 对此欲倒东南倾。
我欲因之梦吴越, 一夜飞渡镜湖月。
湖月照我影, 送我至剡溪;
谢公宿处今尚在, 渌水荡漾清猿啼。
脚著谢公屐, 身登青云梯。
半壁见海日, 空中闻天鸡。
千岩万壑路不定, 迷花倚石忽已暝。
熊咆龙吟殷岩泉, 栗深林兮惊层巅。
云青青兮欲雨, 水澹澹兮生烟。
列缺霹雳, 邱峦崩摧,
洞天石扇, 訇然中开;
青冥浩荡不见底, 日月照耀金银台。
霓为衣兮风为马, 云之君兮纷纷而来下;
虎鼓瑟兮鸾回车。 仙之人兮列如麻。
忽魂悸以魄动, 怳惊起而长嗟。
惟觉时之枕席, 失向来之烟霞。
世间行乐亦如此, 古来万事东流水。
别君去兮何时还? 且放白鹿青崖间。
须行即骑访名山, 安能摧眉折腰事权贵,
使我不得开心颜?


photo: (c) bruce behnke 2017

Thursday, May 4, 2017

whatever you are seeking...

Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.  ~Haruki Murakami in "Kafka on the Shore"

Toyokawa Inari (豊川稲荷)

Toyokawa Inari (豊川稲荷) is the popular name for a Buddhist temple of the Sōtō sect located in the city of Toyokawa in eastern Aichi Prefecture, Japan. The temple's true name is 妙厳寺 (Myōgon-ji), or full name is Enpukuzan 
Toyokawa-kaku, Myōgon-ji (円福山 豊川閣 妙厳寺).  
It venerates a Shinto deity, the fox god, or Inari

photo: (c) bruce behnke 2017

Saturday, April 29, 2017

along the Ure River 宇連川






























































We must begin thinking like a river
 if we are to leave a legacy of beauty and life
 for future generations.
David Brower


There is another alphabet, 
whispering from every leaf, 
singing from every river, 
shimmering from every sky. 
~Dejan Stojanovic



the Ure River 宇連川 is in Aichi Prefecture, Japan
the unique color comes, in part, from the many natural hot springs in the area.
photos: (c) bruce behnke 2017

Friday, April 28, 2017

a walk in the woods













Keep close to Nature's heart... 
and break clear away once in awhile, 
and climb a mountain 
or spend a week in the woods. 
Wash your spirit clean.

~John Muir


aichi prefecture, japan


photos: (c) bruce behnke 2017