Wasp – Spider Hunter
This is the same kind of wasp I watched fight two ants for its life two years ago. Here it came into the house and was supping water from the draining board. I brought it outside and put it on some plants and it posed for me for a few seconds before taking off into the night, though not far I’m sure.
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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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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. You can’t think about that.
Here’s one to practise on. No thinking now, though I don’t fancy your chances. :)
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After the Rain …
… a little colour. The long awaited rain finally arrived to wash the place free of dust and waken the slumbering things.
Who knows what it may bring, life to the seed that was planted.
And what was that? In the soil so dark and deep.
We’ll see. What may be.
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Hopper
From the forest, on a tall fern stem. They came, they went. All things pass, eventually. Some things never change. :)
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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