Rescued …
Wolf spider, found hunting on the water’s surface. Looked quite at home.
Didn’t really need rescuing. Just looked that way at first.
Not at all perturbed at being rescued. Composed at all times.
Didn’t once consider dropping that tasty morsel of a fly.
In the beginning, sense.
Whichever sense it is it occurs in space, or a sense of space, first.
The sense of sensation, inside. The sense of sight, or sound, or touch …
When all problems are in the mind, of thinking or emotion.
You won’t find a problem outside of it/them.
We rescue ourselves.
In the end.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look … and click again.
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Nature's Place 
The spider knows exactly what it does.
A fly risks its life when it refuels nectar on goldenrod late in the afternoon. It knows about the circling of the hornet. The chance of being caught is very small.
Knowing, in doing, though not self-consciously. As in ‘Oh God, What About Me?’.
Incredible shots, Mark, with a bit of wisdom included. :)
Thanks Jane. Home truths … :-)