Nature's Place

A Few Pictures …

Consummate fly, knows his garden, has no doubt or depression. Lives his life as a warrior, no looking back.

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Grasshopper, eats a lot. A little place given over to them. No doubt others enjoy their presence, in the dead of night.

Never a dull moment beetles from the bush. Must be the wild living, makes for living wild. No divided self …

Shy leaf beetle, usually, but caught out on a twig it couldn’t turn on. Gentle vegetarian, until hungry for meat …

Ubiquitous garden fly, enjoying the pollen like any other sane creature does. Sane is not thinking about it …

Sunflower weevil. One of the many kinds found wandering the garden. It all depends what is available to eat.

They come in waves, when the flowers first start to bloom, helping make seed for the next generation of green.

What a colourful creature. Just being its beautiful self against the blue sky. Appearing early spring for a while …

Orange eyed hopper, can be gone in the blink of an eye – mine. A family oriented fellow, always some kids about.

from the garden and surrounds.

It’s been a wet season so far and the small creatures are unpredictable, except for the bees that only vary in numbers visible.

Unpredictability, not knowing, allows for the new to be. Or just allows for being new, no new to come since it’s already here.

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Twilight Beauty

Dark enough to disappear into the shadows. Movement enough to notice. Wild enough to survive in a world of pure sense.

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Sun on clouds behind, the time wasn’t yet right for her instinctive activity – to eat and mate and even play perhaps. Why not …

The pure instinctive pleasure of being, in colour or form, that is only reflected upon by the human eye, or I. Keeping emotion out …

What’s this … Springtail looks up in awe at the giant beauty-beast above. May be a story there for the young ones.

Out of the shadows she rose, disturbed before her time, passing through my peripheral view in her butterfly flight.

Almost didn’t see her in the shadows at dusk, except she moved. Movement, a dead give-away to the eye that sees.

She is a beauty, her elegant form testament to her makers genius. Between light and dark she wakes.

But she wasn’t ready for flight just yet, rather to sit until the dark was deep enough.

And then away … this Lacewing dancer.

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Bee Life

Hello world … Breaking out of the nest after a long winter, it’s time to get to work. My little brave bee, instinctively …

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Time to stretch out, on the wall of the hotel, orientation time perhaps. The sky lightening behind, it’s a new world.

Spring cleaning, a relative that didn’t get through the winter is pushed to recycling. Thorough little housekeeper bee.

She lines the nest with resin for protection, some gets spilt on the way in, and she enters backwards to lay an egg.

Not quite finished, she goes to sleep the best she can. Not the safest position in a house full of geckos, but she stings … I know.

On her way to replenishing the earth with bees, one on the other in a deep dark chamber, here sealing up the first nest entrance.

And what’s this, one greeting another to the new world, male looking for a mate, or just saying hello. They talk to one another …

And in case anyone thinks a bee is fragile, I’ll have you know she’s fierce as a lion to protect her ways. Gentle too …

The wasp appeared, at first no threat it seems, no ovipositor I see. A male perhaps, or just young. Found below the bee hotel.

Here she is in fuller form, ovipositor held aloft behind, sitting on the hotel wall, listening for the signs that tell where to …

This is where, where else … She found a place to lay her egg, a bees nest clear as day. The sheath of her delivery rises.

And this is how it goes – the bee does her work and the wasp does hers too, so it turns. Everybody has its time …

Some work for resin, others for the meat, each is born of the earth. Mothers all … except the males of course.

Every year the orange tail resin bees wake up with the warming sun and the moisture of spring rain.

These may all be female bees, mostly found by the nest – a hotel made of a log drilled for their use.

Their primary use seems to be to lay eggs, along with a little food bomb for the larva that will bee.

Another use is protection at night, somewhere to sleep away from all the predators in the garden.

The males live and sleep somewhere else in the garden, not too far away but still a mystery.

Once the bee cycle is underway and some eggs are sealed up in the nest a wasp turns up.

She, the wasp, is also laying eggs, in the bees nest. Her young will take advantage …

And so it goes, one thing dependant on another thing, until completion.

An end that is not ‘just’ another beginning.

But a beginning … without end.

Hmmm …

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Elegant Visitor

If existence is a mirror what could this little beauty symbolise …

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This little beauty, feeding on another beauty. There is beauty in and behind this fly. It is seen …

… inside. This is a wonderful intricately designed living thing, god made. Just looking to see …

To think there could be the one without the other, the mechanical without the spirit behind …

The whole, of every thing, exists in the space I see it in. Could the space represent a greater reality?

Could it be that simple? Well, I’ll go with simple any day. Though it’s not easy.

Simple is focus on the sensation inside. See how easy that is …

Life comes in all shapes and colours, form. This Drone Fly is one of the more elegant ones. He only comes once a year, early summer, and stays a couple weeks.

I have to be in the garden waiting before he will show up, he only comes if I call him … believe that if you will. He is fearless among his kind.

His way of flying is particular, has a certain quality of control other flies don’t. Beautifully quiet and deliberate.

His colourful dress and sleek form mark him out, uncommon. Particular work goes into his making.

A messenger of high regard amongst the gods, and wears the badge aproud.

If you see him on your travels say hello, he might be there for you.

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Woman …

Wanted. Yes, this is an advertisement.

I’m looking for a woman of love to love. But not just any woman, a woman that fits me in my life – whatever that is. A woman who loves the mystery, the unknown, the space of being still inside before the activity.

I don’t care if she’s old or young as long as she is willing to put love first. Love between man and woman always comes first, everything flows from that. And between man and woman love, the place inside, comes before the other. In other words woman has to hold to love before form, as does man, or love turns to emotion and conflict or familiarity and disinterest.

We all love things, nature, the children, chocolate … We love our woman or our man, but too often we love our emotions or imagination more, our great personality – the great con. But what about love without the thing? I love things too but I am really focussed on the love, not the thing. There is nothing more important in this life than to make love real, or more real, by making love rightly.

Love before the love of things or form, formless love. It’s a real place inside beneath all the thinking and emotion – other things, and even within and beneath the pure sensation. Love, the reality, is realisable, where there is enough love.

Well, you know most what you need to know about me from this site. It says what I am and do, more or less. On this site you can see my life has been reduced to sense, the sense of being before the excitement or distraction of being something. Sense and sensation, simple being.

I don’t think I can say it all here and now so … though I might add to this over the next week or so. I might not.

If you are a woman and this resonates with you and you want to meet, any natural place within reach of SE Brisbane, have a cup of tea, or so … 

At least I’ll show you how to photograph the little creatures, if nothing else.

You can contact me privately here Contact by email or any comment or question is welcome in the box below.

Have at it ladies, and gentlemen – I’ll answer any questions come my way.

If you are so moved. Or just move on to …

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… the entertainment.

Garden Visitors …

A Flower Beetle. Love those antennae. Big and heavy hairy creatures, ungainly in flight but survive the hardest crashes.

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Female Lynx spider. She does love her food, and her babies. I have often seen the male looking after the eggs yet to hatch.

Queensland Fruit Fly. Real gardeners would kill me for leaving food out for these little ones. They love soft fruit especially.

Maybe a kind of Huntsman spider? It had its place on the sunflower, clearly loved its little life. May even still be in the green …

This one loves a good mess, carries it on its back, probably as camouflage or to ward off predators. Then becomes a beetle.

Bluebottle Fly just loves its aerobatics in the shadowy places in the garden. Also loves the rotting things I encourage in the dark.

This little beetle loves flowers, all of them. Including this nicotiana which could be the death of it, being so sticky.

They come and they go. Waves of form and colour with one fundamental function, to enable the earth to reproduce in all its other forms.

And it all exists because of the form I am, a body of sense to see that came out of the love of man and woman.

Love, not money, makes the world go round.

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Truth, what it is …

If the word truth stands for anything these days it has to be the end of suffering. Suffering is being emotional and thinking about it and is ended by right action, knowing what I am doing. Any conscious action that helps reduce the volume of random thinking and the emotion it generates.

So what is the simple truth? I, ‘I’ am the truth. I in any body, where you are, is the truth. Is that difficult? I, in the body reading this, am the truth in the body reading this. I am the truth in any body. What is this truth I am? Nothing, nothing the mind can think.

Then there is what I am. I am a body. Not the body in the mirror, the body inside where I know clarity or pain. The body I am is, in the first instance, the sensation in the body – also unthinkable. The way back to the truth of ‘I’ is through the sensation.

When I practise this truth, by focus of attention on sensation, enough, the problem of mind, thinking and emotion, dies. Or dies enough that I don’t have to suffer from it any more. At work here is the truth what I give my attention to lives, the rest dies, dies enough that it’s not a problem any more. It’s a gradual process of negation.

This practise of truth I am in the body, the sensation, is always done now, not tomorrow. It is the sensation in the body now, feel the tingling or pressure inside the hands (for instance). That’s it, and this is now.

So, there is the problem of mind, thinking and emotion. And there is the solution, or truth, the being of the sensation in the body that leads to clarity, or peace of mind. It’s that simple. Another word for the realisable reality behind this is love.

I am not special. This is something anybody who has suffered, and recognises the need for, can do. It’s just a question of willingness, willing to give up the habit of mind.

Do you see the need for peace of mind? I can show you how to do it, because I have done it by the same means, someone helped me.

Is this something you want to do? What is your experience now, peace of mind or suffering?

Do you have a truth you live now? Do you have a problem with anything I’ve said here?

Have you ever recognised your inner reality reflected in your circumstances?

It’s up to you how deep we go here, I can only respond. Do you have any questions?

No question is insignificant and I will respond to every one.

Anyone want to kick off and see where this goes?

In comments below or privately …

And for your viewing pleasure. There is truth in the sense of this little beauty, colour, form and space – the sense of sense behind it all. The truth of sense is the end of thinking and emotion. What I do …

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Helmed Warrior

Proud little thing. Holding on to a blade of grass as he surveys the terrain, what he senses.

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And on my hand for a while, while I got the blade of grass ready for his consideration.

Up and down the blade he went, undecided on a course or direction. Wonderful coloured helmet.

What goes on in his tiny mind, is it really that small … He doesn’t need much inner space for his functioning.

Pointed little fella. Represented in his horned helm of green. Casting about for indications, of what is important …

While I was inspecting the tree with all the christmas beetles this little fella landed at my feet and proceeded on his (or her) mission, to travel, to feed, to mate and die under the sun and moon.

What we all do in one way or another. And along the way if we get to actually enjoy doing it all, just being here, how lucky is that, and a bit of work.

What a wonderful world … or earth, the simple things being, being simple.

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Jacaranda & Co

Wings still unfolded, he was content to wait out on the end of a projection. Safer that way.

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There’s only one direction danger can come from, behind. As long as you don’t fall off in the darkness.

 

Wave … They often make strange gestures when quiet and alone, exercising their limbs, no doubt.

Here you can see one of its other handicaps, missing lower legs. Who knows how …

And from below … Wing trailing like a cloak for this well dressed beetle.

Eyes feel the need for cleaning. Nature’s creatures spend a lot of time preening, keeping in top condition.

Clearly incapacitated, with no sign of self consideration. We can learn from the fact of nature.

The rain came and soaked the ground, the garden sang out green, and the little creatures came out to play – what they do.

Though there was barely a leaf on the jacaranda tree after a long dry winter it was only a week or so after the rain started it was covered in flowers, famously.

One rainy night I made the most of some christmas beetles knocked to the ground by the force of wind and falling water, some just couldn’t hold on.

Colour and contrast, some of the little beauties in a small patch of nature in the garden.

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Bug Rain …

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It has rained for a week, or more … a tree fell across the drive, revealing rot enough three more have to come down, before they fall.

And on the way down it took the top off another healthy tree, full of bugs, that made its way to a bucket of water, to keep it alive while they …

One day there was nothing but the spider to shoot, who is now running out of flowers to hunt on. The next there was more than I could tell.

Ripples in the pond, a drop wets everything it touches.

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