The Other Side
Barnacles on my keel.
Sails torn ragged by the howling wind.
But still singing.
On, across the ocean of time.
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Inside, where the mix is complete and devolves to one, all the colours lie. Silver on blue, gold to green in the magical distance o’er the curve of being. Black.
Will is.
Shapes and ships a tumbling, one ‘to the other, structures blend. Who is who, what is what, doesn’t matter except out here, in sense. Mere 3D being.
On the other side a silver song, where no song should be.
Calling.
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Fossilised I
Apparently scientists have discovered the missing link in a fossil, named Ida after one of their daughters, indicative that. It took them years of inspection through powerful looking devices to find the growth on her wrist that indicated she had broken it at some time in her short life, 50 million years ago. Then they found a bone in her foot that may tell them something more, she is our ancestor. Or may not.
All good fun? They are seriously excited about it because they are the first. And so they think they are important. In a way they are since their ‘discovery’ is significant in a more important sense. The inner sense. But they don’t really matter; it is the discovery that matters, but only in its significance.
To have found this link in sense means there is now enough energy in the human psyche to ‘go back’ to an important point of origion, to undo what man has done or become. As a realisation. It is a form of negation indicative of mans inner evolution of which the outer is only significant. Symbolic of the inner journey, back home.
And it’s not personal. The scientist is not important, merely a vessel or messenger. As are we all.
Vessels of the one simple good. Or the other.
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Life on the Rim
It’s surprisingly short and warm here, winter. There have only been a couple weeks where I couldn’t find anything to shoot but flies. Flies will never let you down. Just put some food out, any food, and they will come. As long as the neighbour isn’t feeding them better.
There are a few places I go to find all sorts of creatures and I am always finding new ones, places and creatures. I parked in the shade of a tree in a field by a main road, Mt Cotton Road. It’s by a big lake, dam in Aus, and the water is wonderfully clear with all sorts of flowering plants and birds living on it. The air is beautifully clear and the sunlight is strong and warm. The surrounds are free of mans encroachments, probably because this is drinking water for the town of Capalaba in the Redlands of Brisbane.
It really is a wonderful natureful place.
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Around the perimeter of the field there were iron fence posts, called star posts – because of their design, at intervals of about 10 metres. On top of each post there was a yellow plastic cap, to cover rough iron and to hold an electric wire I suspect. The thing about them is though they provide shelter for a number of small creatures. And that is their unintended value. All I had to do to find these creatures was lift the plastic cap and voila! Instant wildlife safari, well, not quite, perhaps.
They are mostly spiders, jumping ones. These ladies are very active and get their name deservedly from the way they tend to jump, what else. There are two jumpers here, one black on a pad of webbing and one tan, and two other kinds of spider. The wolf, I think, and another I have never seen before.
The wolf came out from under the yellow plastic as soon as I lifted it and took an aggressive stance atop it as I put it down. It was not affected by my presence and I believe these spiders are all female, protecting the nest, no compromise in their maternal instinct.
The other, black, cream and orange one was another story. She was lightning fast and had the presence of an entity to be avoided at all costs. She put fright into my self the way she moved out of sight and back again, made me cautious.
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The other creature here is some kind of cricket or what? I don’t know. It looks like it lives in the dark, or it’s a young something not yet ready for life in the daytime. I don’t know, I’ve never seen such as this before.
Man encroaches on nature in consideration of what’s important to him, at the end of the day some sort of permanence or ongoing. In this case to fence something in to protect his interest. And when man no longer maintains his intent nature encroaches back again.
It’s the order of things that what man makes dies, nature goes on. That is what matters.
It is what matters most, the will in action. Nature. Will manifest.
My nature. Yours too.
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