Life Cycles …
… Beautifully.
When I first came back to Brisbane I found in the local remnant rainforest a thorny leafed plant that had flowers much like a Hibiscus. Big showy white flowers with a big dark red heart and tall stamen reaching for the sky that attracted many small flies and beetles so that you could say this is where life starts for these little creatures.
There was also one, just one, big red and blue beetle on that plant. It was beautiful, and it was shy, running away every chance it got.
I was in this forest yesterday and saw the same plant was flowering again with those big white flowers and stopped to look into the dark red heart of it. There were all the little flies and bugs milling around and soon enough I found the big red and blue fella, not far away.
Wonderful nature, what a blast, of sense.
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Look After …
… the little things and the big things take care of themselves. There is truth in old sayings and no less this one. If you clean your feet or teeth your body has a better chance of health than if you don’t. Check the tyre pressure and save on tyres and fuel, maybe accident.
Be careful what you think and life unfolds accordingly.
The big picture is painted with lots of dots.
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The Day …
… you no longer see me …
Or me.
Me too.
And me.
Me, me.
And here.
And meeee! Me, me, me, me!
Oi! Me too!
And meeeeeeee!
… is the day the pain from having shot yourself in the foot arrives in your consciousness. Then it’s too late for this time round. If you are quick you might see pain has a value. A spiritual value.
It serves the one and only purpose, to wake me up.
Ding, ding, ding! Hear it?
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Man Unmasked
Out in Eprapah NR I saw this fellow out of the corner of my eye as he moved amongst the dried out leaves. Unusually bold for a hopper to be out in the sun and he didn’t do a zig zag roundabouts backward sidestep to get out from under the lens. As they often do, at least here in Aus.
So I followed him around the forest floor until he had enough and with a single clicking sound was gone, just after the last shot here. This little one is about 1cm body length, a frog – hopper I believe.
Who am I? It’s an inevitable question for anyone that has experienced enough change.
So who am I? Am I the body or what it does, the mind and what it thinks and feels? I don’t think so.
The fact is it is these things changing that prompt the question. Everything changes in existence and change is pain. It is pain that enables me to separate because I am surely not that. And separation enables the question. So who am I?
I am asking the question, surely. I am the pain of change. And I am that which changes. All knowing. But I am also more, or less. There has got to be more to it than mere mechanics. Surely?
I am also that which I cannot know, behind the I that asks the question. Behind the body and mind that changes. And what is it I cannot know?
Nothing, surely!
Nothing to know.
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And I am a Frog – Hopper. :)
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I am when all is not. I am the nothing, the space behind the body. Inside – where else. I am behind the mind. I am in the tingling inside where sense begins. I am the seeing in the I that sees. I am behind the appearance of the fly. I am now, not then.
I am in the sun that lights the day. I am the darkness that reveals the stars. I am in the flow of water and the land. And the grain of wheat, the bird that flies. I am I, who else.
I am in all things and I see all things (are) in me.
I am first and last. I am between.
I am.
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Damsel in the Dark
Little beauty!
Or is there only beauty. Beautiful little Damsel.
Abundance : the state of being free of negativity. What else?
In the esoteric bush.
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Winter is over, straight into spring. A few dragons are on the wing at a favoured place in the bush by a dam, still young.
Skipper butterflies are many and chasing each other around the place too, never stopping long enough for me to get close.
And a few damsels in the long grass, colourful and easily disturbed.
The place is coming to life. Or life is coming to this place once more, in turn of the season.
With every step I take a wave of form flows to the shadows.
Little fellows getting out of the big fella’s way.
What death may follow.
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Lord in Blue
Such an insignificant creature? Not at all. Every thing in creation has its perfect place. The only imperfection is in the mind that perceives one, or holds to what is past, what is not now. The creation is now, as close as it gets. In sense.
While the arguments rage as to whether there is a god let’s look at the obvious beauty of the creation as it is. This shot is of a Longhorn Beetle as it happens in the wild near where I live in SE Brisbane. It is undeniable this is a beautiful creature, it touches a point in the psyche where you can recognise a sense that goes; Mmmm! That’s good, that’s nice.
Without knowing exactly what ‘that’ is. Because ‘it’ is not the insect form, but what it represents, the beauty or inscrutable genius behind it.
There is no manipulation here, as I said, this is how the beetle appeared to me. God like? Why not? To me.
Simply sense.
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Strange Fly
Three times I have come back from a walk in the bush and had to quickly snatch one of these creatures off me after feeling it creeping speedily around under my shirt. It felt more like a crawler and I was surprised to see a fly when it hit the table.
First time I tried to put a glass on it but it just made it out from under, getting caught at the rim but uninjured, was very tough. Second time I was ready and got the glass on it and pushed a dead leaf with some honey on it under but it wasn’t interested, it just got itself sticky so I had to eventually wash it off before letting it go.
It doesn’t stand up like other flies, it squats close and creeps sideways and all ways. Nor does it have a back body section of any size. It would be about one cm long, black and glossy to the eye.
Nature is always presenting something new in my experience. Amazing nature.
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The Other Side
Barnacles on my keel.
Sails torn ragged by the howling wind.
But still singing.
On, across the ocean of time.
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Inside, where the mix is complete and devolves to one, all the colours lie. Silver on blue, gold to green in the magical distance o’er the curve of being. Black.
Will is.
Shapes and ships a tumbling, one ‘to the other, structures blend. Who is who, what is what, doesn’t matter except out here, in sense. Mere 3D being.
On the other side a silver song, where no song should be.
Calling.
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Fossilised I
Apparently scientists have discovered the missing link in a fossil, named Ida after one of their daughters, indicative that. It took them years of inspection through powerful looking devices to find the growth on her wrist that indicated she had broken it at some time in her short life, 50 million years ago. Then they found a bone in her foot that may tell them something more, she is our ancestor. Or may not.
All good fun? They are seriously excited about it because they are the first. And so they think they are important. In a way they are since their ‘discovery’ is significant in a more important sense. The inner sense. But they don’t really matter; it is the discovery that matters, but only in its significance.
To have found this link in sense means there is now enough energy in the human psyche to ‘go back’ to an important point of origion, to undo what man has done or become. As a realisation. It is a form of negation indicative of mans inner evolution of which the outer is only significant. Symbolic of the inner journey, back home.
And it’s not personal. The scientist is not important, merely a vessel or messenger. As are we all.
Vessels of the one simple good. Or the other.
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