Nature's Place

Nomad

This is an Aussie Bee that has no home but the one it makes, usually sleeping alone on a branch or stem of some suitable plant at night. And it’s not always safe as houses, see the Lynx spider at the other end?

That’s the way of things here, no such thing as safe. Though there may be a state of mind that doesn’t matter, doesn’t make circumstances outside the harmony of creation, called being.

Such would need to be demonstrated.

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Assassin at Work

I spy an Assassin.

Wandering about in the forest.

Tracked ‘im up the grass plant to panic in the hive.

Stabbed a wasp and carried her away.

And away.

And just when Assassin thought it was safe to stop the ants joined in the kill.

So off Assassin went again and didn’t stop till ants were way behind and wasp was drained of life.

This way and that, a little lost at times it seemed.

But never let go the precious hard won meal.

Skewered Wasp.

And the Assassin lived happily ever after. Until …

But that’s another story.

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The Perfect Picture …

… of sense, what else … is the one the mind doesn’t move on, obviously – no thought, no fault. Thinking is the only imperfection on sense. You can’t think about that.

Here’s one to practise on. No thinking now, though I don’t fancy your chances.  :)

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After the Rain …

… a little colour. The long awaited rain finally arrived to wash the place free of dust and waken the slumbering things.

Who knows what it may bring, life to the seed that was planted.

And what was that? In the soil so dark and deep.

We’ll see. What may be.


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