Nature's Place

… colour me blue. An if dat don’ fit just colour me true. Cause if you don’t colour me I’ll have to colour you. Ooh, the ways of the world, and in colour too. ((:

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Colour, colour everywhere. Just reach out and touch it, smell it, feel it, taste it and see it – of course, awake to it. And have you got that other sense, inside, a certain sense of beauty, of colour.

What a wondrous form of life colour is.

The colours and structures of flowers are wonderful and sweet to the inner sense and though they are ‘known’ in the moment they don’t exist in isolation, they depend on insects for their  existence, mostly. And they are best shown in contrast to something … contrasting.

So when this bug showed up on one of my garden plants, in fact on a blade of grass in a hanging basket where I haven’t planted anything, sheltering from the wind and rain, I couldn’t help myself. I got the camera out and paraded her, it’s a her, from flower to flower to see where she was most at home and most beautiful.

Well, she loved the yellow, she couldn’t get enough of it, always reaching out for it when we were close enough but otherwise content to bask in the rays of coloured sense. A truly enlightening activity all round, delving into sense where there’s no place for ‘trouble’.

Then there was the white with a little yellow heart against the green. And she loved it too, obviously in communion with the different colours, just not in words, but sensewise – the wisdom of sense.

And when I brought her to the big yellow she was thoroughly uplifted, I’m sure I heard her laugh a laugh of  pure delight. Ha, ha, ha, loud, clear and uninhibited. I’m nearly sure. ((:

When we had enough of this playing she climbed off to tuck up under a leaf for the night, to sleep undisturbed.

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Delightfully colourfully I.

Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge