Dragon Days
Still, in the heat of the day, overseeing its territory from rest, no less dangerous for that, to the other airborne creatures hereabouts – the vast canyons of bright empty space surrounded by deep wells of dark shadow.
To the Dragon I was invisible, a trick of being, not being anything a Dragon would fear. In the ever moving colour and form of the psyche everything is connected, and when ‘the time is right’ one thing knows another, inside.
The smaller the creature, the more distant the relationship, the less direct or immediate the connection. But the Dragon knew me, like Dragon knows Dragon, nothing to reflect on. Nothing to resist, no separation.
In being. In form it’s another matter, everything going its own way, clashing and thrashing, killing and dying, as some thing, Dragon or man.
The trick, or knack, is to slow down enough inside to slip into nowhere, as no-thing, at will, and still function some where, as some thing, outside.
A life’s work, for a man. Dragon does it naturally.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click the pix for a closer look
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Another stunning set of images and a beautiful reflection, Mark. I especially like this: “In the ever moving colour and form of the psyche everything is connected, and when ‘the time is right’ one thing knows another, inside.” Nicely done.
Thanks Cate. Reflections of another reality … reminders really. Other than the appearance …
insects are so wonderful when you see them in close up !
Amazing little things, aren’t they. And can be so playful in the garden, if we choose to see it that way.
So much truth. Thank you.
Thanks Jan …
Stunning, Mark, stunning! And the colours, so bright!
I wonder how you looked to the dragon fly?
Thanks Margaret. I don’t think the dragon was seeing me, possibly it was absorbed in its own sensation – that pure tingling, pressure or pulsing inside. Otherwise I think it would have seen me as I appear.
Such amazing photos. Never have seen closeups of dragons.
Thanks Julie …
Your photos are undeniably awesome. And yet I always love your messages even more. Thanks!
Thanks Lisa. To be of some service …
Amazing pics!
Thanks MEC …
You are most welcome!
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Back at ya :-)
Dragons are indeed well-named, and I’m endlessly fascinated by their geographical and morphological diversity. And could there possibly be a more agile flier?
They are Gary, mythologically they are hoarders of gold, the kind that comes from the distillation of lifetimes of experience and undergoing the struggles of the outcast to overcome its own difficult nature – symbolised by its manoeuvrability.
Very nice photos. It took me a couple of slow, deliberate reads to absorb what you are saying in the post. Well with the little extra effort.
Thanks David. If it made any sense you are well on the way …
these shots are so lovely :)
Thanks Arlene …