Green Damsel on Yellow
This Damsel came to the light I keep on outside at night and like most creatures attracted to light it fluttered wildly around it. The Damsel is about 3mm wide, eye to eye, very small.
The light is so designed, close to a low ceiling, nothing will land on it so what I do is hold the flower under the light and encourage something to land on the flower. It can take some time before something is obliging but when it is it usually stays for a while, or it does eventually.
So many creatures have landed on it recently I am thinking I need to change colour now, or get some different flowers.
Too much of the same or similar invites familiarity and that is the death of the new.
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Green Things
A little creature from the Rain-forest. It didn’t want to be exposed on the leaf but I coaxed it with a guiding finger. Lovely colours and appropriate shape for slipping through the green growth. Nice and simple sense.
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The Disregarded
There aren’t any, disregarded, unless I personalise. That is ‘I’ disregard something as a form of exclusion. Otherwise everything is loved by something. And loves in turn. Whatever form that takes. The loved and the loving, all is love in the mystery of no-thing. And all are relentlessly drawn to that union. Not as a group or gang, hive or flock, which has its place, but in being, undivided from the wondrous intelligence before the separation into me and not began. Or begins, since the beauty of being is now not then.
It’s why everything dies, and dies into the being of the beautiful Earth where all our existential forms begin to form, and before that still where no form is.
Sort of. ((:
Who cares, really? In the end, as in the beginning, the nuts and bolts are in meditation – on the pure sensation and the practise of being – no-existential-thing.
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This creature came in under the door and ran frantically round the room until it exhausted itself. I suspect the surface of carpet is the equivalent of walking on sand to an insect, not easy. So I picked it up, gave it some water, posed it for a few shots and sent it on its way.
Mole Cricket it’s called. They dig into the earth with those big strong looking claws. And do whatever they do under the earth. I don’t know and can’t imagine but what all creatures do.
The same things you and I do. Did you imagine something else?
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Dew Drop Time
Everything, the I in it I am, cycles through predictable change over time. Predictable to the objective observer. Most of it is no change at all, just the same old changing, changing the same old way. It’s a kind of change, or it is change itself. Really, the only change that matters is no change at all. Only nothing doesn’t change. And changes everything.
Dewdrops have a special place in the great scheme of change. They only occur at a certain time of day, a certain time of year, of life, when the circumstances are right. The most important of which is that I be there to see.
That makes sense. If I’m not there it doesn’t happen in my experience. And what else is there but my experience? Imagination? So it could be said I make dewdrops, by being there to sense them. Sense makes sense.
I make dewdrops.
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At dewdrop time the bugs are still asleep, for the most part. So it’s fairly easy to sneak up on them though they don’t sleep just anywhere. I have found a place where Dragons sleep, a field of long grass next to the creek-side growth of trees and bushes.
So far it hasn’t been easy getting a good shot with all the grass moving so easily but like anything it takes time to realise the optimal. And in the end that is what is allowed, or given, by a greater power than I. Being, of the well, what else.
My own true nature.
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No dewdrops today so it’s visitors to the marigold.
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The Lookout
Bugs are bugs. They are born and die just like people. And in between they eat, defecate, grow, kill, run, sweat and reproduce, just like people – mostly. They don’t think about any of it, unlike people – mostly.
I’ve never seen an unhappy bug – ever.
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I’ve never seen an unhappy bug.
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Predator – Shield Bug
Came across this fellow recently.
Feeding on a bigger bug.
After a short while the weight became too much and its food dropped to the ground. So I arranged a few more shots.
I put it back where I found it and it immediately went in search of food. And found it in a resident Longhorn Beetle.
The Longhorn Beetle was aware of the bug but was slow moving and it didn’t get away.
Though the LB eventually made a ‘run’ for it.
The SB was tenacious. And the LB walked off into the bush with the SB in tow siphoning off its innards.
Symbolic?
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Beauty Queen
She laid her eggs in a mud nest she built in the wooden ceiling. Stocked it with a paralysed spider and sealed it up. In some time a young wasp will come out of the mud tomb to do what mum has done. Repeat herself.
Everything repeats, so far. It’s the essence of existence, to repeat what has been.
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Nomad
This is an Aussie Bee that has no home but the one it makes, usually sleeping alone on a branch or stem of some suitable plant at night. And it’s not always safe as houses, see the Lynx spider at the other end?
That’s the way of things here, no such thing as safe. Though there may be a state of mind that doesn’t matter, doesn’t make circumstances outside the harmony of creation, called being.
Such would need to be demonstrated.
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Nothing
It’s not a feeling, more an absence. A state that can easily be read as negative though even that can’t be sustained, since there is nothing. This nothing has no will in it and so it is a peculiarity, a singularity. Nothing is undivided.
We’ll see. Nothing?
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I tracked this ant around for a bit and was given a few decent shots. I say given because it keeps me in my place, there is a greater power in charge. Just look at the next creature that appears, it’s mere existence is a miracle – never mind that ‘Take up Thy bed and walk’ stuff.
Just look to see, if you can. And there it is, the miracle of sense. No religion required.
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