This Little Beauty …
… landed on my leg the other day. I gave it a finger to climb on and moved it to the nearby picnic table. I did think it is a wasp and they do sting, but not all are aggressive and some of their stings are little more than a minor irritation.
And besides, it was a sprightly little thing and has a sweetness about it. So I had faith in this little character.
Faith, in the innocence of another creature, is a pleasure to have. Faith, the kind that moves mountains, from the inner landscape.
Faith, not an easy thing to come by for a man of experience. It’s all there is in the end.
Faith, in nothing in particular. A little of it is good for you, and me. ((:
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Rainbow Wanderer
I found this beetle in the dark of the rainforest and gave it a little honey to keep it in one place for a minute, to get a shot – and I enjoy feeding the little things when I do. Then these black ants came along and chased it off. But it must have been very hungry because it came back to the honey and risked attack by the ants – who wouldn’t hesitate if that’s what came upon them. Instead though, they made room at the table. A battle they couldn’t win perhaps. Or just a case of knowing ones place and putting first things first – food/survival before risk of injury.
An unusual truce indeed.
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A Little Blue
Isn’t it amazing, the form, the architecture and colour, the design of a simple fly.
Might make you think there is more to it than meets the eye.
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The Perfect Picture …
… of sense, what else … is the one the mind doesn’t move on, obviously – no thought, no fault.
Thinking is the only imperfection on sense.
Here’s one to practise on.
No thinking now. :)
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Nocturnal Visitation
Between the deep and the clutter of mind, she came.
The colour of nature’s wisdom and justice, Jade by name.
White beauty clasped this face of mine.
A kiss, intoxicating angel, divine wine.
Marked the passage, a swathe of dark time.
Dare I say it, no more a-crime.
‘Frog’ Hopper reborn, so fine.
Little friend of mine.
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Sparkling Sunshine Night
This little jewel was meandering about in the afternoon and when it came into direct sunlight it took on a magical appearance. It was an ordinary flat blue to the unaided eye but as it passed from the shadow to the light it was brought to life as the stars in the black tropical night.
A wonderful reminder of the connectedness of all things, an ‘insignificant’ little bug and the vast starry night that is the longing of many to reach and the symbol of the spiritual reality behind this one.
No coincidence there, just connections. The ones that keep us going.
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Wasp – ed
Still a little life left in this old cam, maybe even a second life – who knows. (:
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Toad Awakening
Primeval nature, looking at me. Waking up from hibernation, with a little disturbance from myself, then went back to sleep. Waking up is hard to do, for some, at different times – no wisdom there.
And even the much maligned Aussie Cane Toad can smile.
Li’l Bee
This fellow is about 4mm long and in the first few pix is collecting resin from a hole in a pine tree. I suspect it is for building material for the nest. There were more than one at the hole but as is often the case only one was at the right angle in the right place for long enough for a shot or two.
These are Australia’s native honey bee, known as sugarbag, and their honey is a luxury given their numbers and size – they don’t make it like the European honey bee that is twenty times its size and more active.
They don’t have a sting either so they are harmless by comparison, and they are too small for me to track back to the hive. That’s their advantage, too small to be threatened.
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Science often tells us how nature is robotic, that the creatures and plant life are no more than the sum of their parts plus function on auto. And it’s true, except for the ‘no more’ bit.
The ‘more’ they are is the same ‘more’ you and I are. It’s the inscrutable intelligence behind the structure of everything.
The unknown, the mystery before knowing is, before you and me.
The mystery, the no-thing, the pre-existent wordlessness before it all begins, and ends. As it is now.
The wonder, the beauty, the colour and light.
The deep, the black, the abyss – inside.
Home.
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