Flap
Here we go!
I can’t do it with you looking!
Are insects self aware? Up to a point, the one where they start to make a problem of living.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Flower Power 2
Adds colour and contrast to the green or darkness, sometimes a scent, and feels silky smooth – mostly. And beauty, can’t forget the most important part, a little shimmering inside. This one is wonderfully yellow and it has stopping power, to stop an insect, or me, in its tracks.
Flowers feed the small creatures with pollen and nectar and are the precursor to what feeds you and me, fruits, seeds and things. Wonderful little things, flowers. And bugs.
In fact everything rests on the flowers and the bugs that tend them.
And they rest on the one primordial intelligence behind.
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The same intelligence that pervades and upholds all things.
Known and not, that we call God.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Colourful Life – A Resolution
Not the New Year’s kind. And not the photographic kind either.
Everything has resolution, of a kind and degree. Bugs have it, in that they can be ‘seen’ to one degree or another – and see or sense, depending on a few things. Such as outline, colour, camouflage or not, etc. In fact resolution is of sense, you could say that a thing can be resolved makes it so. And sense is of intelligence, what else. Intelligence as seperate from thought and emotion.
The kind of resolution I am looking at is of a sense that is only born through experience and realization. Experience without realization is doomed to repeat. Whereas realization, of the value of ‘the’ experience, should bring the need for ‘the’ experience to an end. Realization is of the new, or ‘now’ – that mystical moment. If it’s sharp, or resolved, enough.
That’s the key. Enough! For only enough, of whatever, is the end of anything, where there is realization that brings resolution – to change from what repeats.
Am I repeating myself? ((:
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For anything, even a picture, to resolve enough there must the will, enough, behind it. And it can’t be forced.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
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Colourful Life – A Resolution <!–[if supportFields]> DATE \@ “d/MM/yyyy” <![endif]–>3/07/2010<!–[if supportFields]><![endif]–>
Not the New Year’s kind. And not the photographic kind either.
Everything has resolution, of a kind and degree. Bugs have it, in that they can be ‘seen’ to one degree or another – and see or sense, depending on a few things. Such as outline, colour, camouflage or not, etc. In fact resolution is of sense, you could say that a thing can be resolved makes it so. And sense is of intelligence, what else. Intelligence as seperate from thought and emotion.
The kind of resolution I am looking at is of a sense that is only born through experience and realization. Experience without realization is doomed to repeat. Whereas realization, of the value of ‘the’ experience, should bring the need for ‘the’ experience to an end. Realization is of the new, or ‘now’ – that mystical moment. If it’s sharp, or resolved, enough.
That’s the key. Enough! For only enough, of whatever, is the end of anything, where there is realization that brings resolution – to change from what repeats.
Am I repeating myself? ((:
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For anything, even a picture, to resolve enough there must the will, enough, behind it. And it can’t be forced.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge
Cold Cold Sun
The weather in Brisbane is lovely this time of year. Now the run of rain has more or less broken, the sun is warm and the wind is cold. It is winter here after all. Although this means there are much fewer creatures about to photograph it is a welcome break from the summer’s heat, naturally.
The light is still bright but I don’t have to squint to see and walking in the nature has fewer hazards, such as the mozzies – still here, only fewer.
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Some small creatures are still attracted to the light at night and the flowers beneath it. Truly wonderful creatures, yet so easily overlooked. And it is so in their most colourful clothes their lives are shortest. A brief flowering of form, to do what must be done – this is existence after all, in preparation for the death that inevitably follows.
It could be seen as sad but that’s not so. Death is not the end we think it is. An end, surely, to all that sense – colour and form. But a new beginning too, for life inside. Existence is a tunnel of events and circumstances and it only requires that it be traversed, with an eye on the greatest value, whatever that is for one – you or me. No morality please.
And the greatest value is to undergo the effects of existence without the holding on that just makes more effects that then have to dissipate or die. Surely? That’s being new, being now.
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Death on my mind? Only in passing.
Passing what must be passed.
A little death. ((:
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Not Dead Yet :)
But first, one of those astounding creatures I see almost every day for your viewing, sensible, pleasure, and to remind you there is more to what you can see. Even if that more is in reality less. Am I making sense? It matters.
I tracked this fellow for some time and caught some real nice shots so decided to post an unusual number of them.
The more you see is the detail that has an existence rendered sensible through the camera device for a snapshot of the otherwise invisible world of vital life, in the psyche, at a place where all has a coherent – to the senses – order. The less is where the detail ends, at the ‘beginning’ you can see now, inside. On the ‘other’ side of anything.
Where sensible order ends and God, dare I say it, begins. Though, in fact, god is in all things, no exception!!
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Amazing isn’t it? The resilience of the human body, or any body – see the frog leap 30 times its length – the fly travel at 100kph hitting or avoiding the debris along the way, just bloody amazing. Especially if you didn’t expect to live that long anyway.
But that’s life. The only undeniable prediction is it will not be denied, will always take some form. As long as there is existence, and I can’t see that ending any time soon. Except maybe in the particular, which is really all there is but let’s not complicate the matter. The particular is the whole, where I am, inside.
So the body just keeps bouncing back, from all the pressures of living, and the accumulated past. The physical pressures are not a problem, just a fact the way light or dark is a fact. It’s silly to have a problem with that.
No, the problem is the past that keeps bouncing back. The past as thought and emotion. But there’s a way to deal with that.
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Do you remember as a kid the way you learnt to bounce the small rubber ball off the ground? At first it was a bit clumsy, bounce and miss, bounce and hit again but off centre and away the ball goes and you have to chase it to bring it under your control again.
But, eventually, you learnt to bounce that ball with ease, even grace. Bounce, bounce, bounce off the floor, off the wall. Wall, floor, wall, floor – bounce, bounce – control. By the practise, as long as there is the capacity. And the exercise is never given to those without the capacity so that’s not an issue, is it?
So you see, it’s just a matter of practise. Right practise!
Practise of the right exercise/s.
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Is there ever an end to the need for practise? If you come to it there is. If you don’t there isn’t. For you, since only your experience is important, to you. Anything else is someone else’s experience, maybe not even that.
Imagination, the curse to be mastered. Then it might, might, be called a blessing, among others. :)
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