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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A Fly by Four
Someone said “Great pix, but flies are disgusting.” Disgusting is in the mind, a self imposed, self perpetuating condition that prevents from seeing the objective reality of awe inspiring – universal – intelligence behind the form. Objective reality – having its being independent of the observer. How can one see what’s behind the form if one is hung up on an interpretation of the form.
One, you, can’t. To get behind the form, the fact, you’ve got to get down to the fact. By leaving the interpretation out of it. And the fact is of sense, which resolves to the pure inner sensation – meditation.
It’s an exercise and there is no other way but to do it. When you’ve had enough of being lost in the mind–ing.
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Magical Bee
An hour or so before sunset I was in the garden looking for anything settling down for the night. It was early yet but if you don’t check you don’t know. I wasn’t looking for anything this small and when I saw it at first I thought it was a mite or some such since I saw it from face on and there was just an indistinct head and two tiny antennae waving slowly, drab and uninteresting to the unaided eye. It was roosting unusually early on a dried stem at the edge of the jungle of grass and plants the side of the garden is.
It’s a solitary bee, meaning it’s not unusual for them to be roosting alone. The amazing fact is it is only 3mm long, tooth to tail.
What a beauty. What a wonder. What a life.
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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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Assassin at Work
I spy an Assassin.
Wandering about in the forest.
Tracked ‘im up the grass plant to panic in the hive.
Stabbed a wasp and carried her away.
And away.
And just when Assassin thought it was safe to stop the ants joined in the kill.
So off Assassin went again and didn’t stop till ants were way behind and wasp was drained of life.
This way and that, a little lost at times it seemed.
But never let go the precious hard won meal.
Skewered Wasp.
And the Assassin lived happily ever after. Until …
But that’s another story.
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Who Knows?
Some times … there’s nothing left to do but pack up and start again. Whatever that takes, or means.
New year, new life.
New death?
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Some think I’m just mad. Or bad.
Who’s to care?
When’s nobody here, or der!
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Silence is Golden
I woke from a dream last night. In it I met someone and I said to her; “There isn’t much to say unless we are engaged in something.”
Then, in the dream, I started singing Silence is Golden … Twice. And I woke.
A dream to wonder at.
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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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