Dreaming
Rainbow Lorikeet. Licking its lips. Does a bird have lips?
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The eyes have it. That something, spark of being, that looks into existence and says ‘I’ am here.
Who am I?
I am bird, Rainbow Lorrikeet bird. Who are you?
You are looking at me, RLB.
We are friends … :-)
Not always seeing the same …
But always seeing I am. If I just let it be.
I had a dream, of many.
It was a peculiar dream, of many.
In it the dreamer wove a tale of healing so unlikely.
Funny how dreams like this can have a depth, a reality to them.
They are not of the dreamer in this particular existential place, they are of the dreamer in this grander, more real space.
The one being of the particular, a sensation perhaps. The other, a sense of space encompassing it all. What ‘all’ is.
Difficult to grasp at times, I know, but when I stop trying to change things, change happens.
And the rain begins to fall, I hear, outside in the dark of night.
Softly.
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Nature's Place 
Their color pattern is really unbelievably beautiful!
Colourful indeed …
That third photo has a good parrot smile! I have companies parrots, and they are a joy and a pain!Lovely sentiment at the end.
Thanks KD.. All creatures have a smile, if we look to see.
Lovely words Mark…the universe is a wonderful place to dream in. Beautiful photos!
Thanks Rose. Some say it is a dream, a relatively real dream.