Nature's Place

They can often be found on these flowers, always producing nectar for the little ones. Though it’s a dangerous passage to such bounty.

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Joining me at the table, a crumb or two to be had from the nearby giant, less dangerous too. As long as she knows her place is not on me.

Sharing a little goodness. Glad to see another who survived the perilous journey? We have much in common, if we could only see.

Happy little ant, no sign of danger about, well fed, just taking it easy. Not a single problem on its little mind, no ruminating on past pain.

After the climb up the sticky stem and something delicious to eat she takes the time for self-cleaning exercises. Intelligent little thing.

Wandering the byways of the wilden green the golden ant takes a morsel to keep it going. Doing what? Living, what else, as an ant.

If we could live as a body, without all the things we think we are, or are not – the notions and potions of mind, we would be doing as well as the ant.

No problem … Could we do better than to be without the madness of mind, as compulsive thinking, anger, fear and wanting?

Is there a ‘we’ can do that? Since ‘we’ presumes any plurality has a hope of ever being free.

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In times of difficulty ‘don’t judge the situation’, as a guiding mantra – will keep mind from running rampant.

And be the body as sensation, by focus of attention, through any thought or emotion that tries to rise.

That way what passes passes all the quicker and cleaner. As what passes always does.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look

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