Apple-Blossom God

[Guest guest]

"Unity Consciousness," in living, breathing color and movement, white

against white, pink against pink, non-movement, as if one were an

apple blossom suspended still against the clear blue sky...

Trompe L'Oile in real life.

Bob came in the house yesterday after his afternoon walk which he was

accompanied with by his bamboo staff at side, Amos running on his own

black dog high, and the camera, with a tale that had me frozen

motionless with interest. (He actually got all his words in, and not

edgewise...quite the unusual, and big surprise)

He said that he had seen a spider that was the perfect imitation of an

apple blossom. Excited, he went on to say how it had slowly suspended

itself down from the petals of the apple blossoms he was

photographing, dangling like a fat and sassy ballet dancer from its

silken-threaded web.

"Oh boy! Did you get his picture? Did he stay long enough to get very

many shots off?" I was by now puppy-huffing the air myself, happy and

delerious that he had captured one of the great mysteries and treats

of the Beloved - Playing and pretending He's not what He actually is,

or, ummm, isn't. I had seen such a thing only once before in my life,

and not this actual particular variety. I was excited, very excited.

Bob pops into action again, his jaw drawing back up into snap action,

ready to fill me with the thrilling tale of how he'd (and I, by

proxy-baby being) captured the uncapturable on film. Boy were we

going to get some great back-pats around the bhava board tonight!

Such was my far-fetched dream of achievement, maybe pulitzerey

moments unfolding for us, before Bob had even told me the full story.

Aahh, projected glory.

Bob says, with a look of kid-innocence on his dear face, "I didn't get

a picture of him. I was too stunned to even realize I had a camera in

my hands." (I think now of Alan and the eagles he first saw soaring

above him.)

"Uh, say again."

"I didn't get any pictures of him." He looks a little more animated

now, somehow getting into the groove of him behooving himself before

me about a miraculous mystery he'd just witnessed. He smilingly

confides to me now, "And I'm not lying either!" He's referring to he

and I saying sometimes about our wild rides, "We're not making this

shit up!"

"Ah man, you didn't get a picture?" Sheesh. Mystery shines in a moment

then vanishes back into the particular hiding place that hid it, but

for that instant when we stand amidst the Beauty, seeking nothing,

asking nothing, stunned and stoned on such things as bees droning by,

full and fluffy-footed from pollen-tantra, and once in a lfetime, if

one gets lucky, a moment when Mystery shows Itself, Sweet and Present

and wrapped like a present from Love Itself. Sheesh. Hopes of the

groping of God, dashed in the very thing that brought it - Awe!

So we laughed and then laughed alot more. What was in store we could

not foresee. Aahhh, that fafa fa, that Spring-Thingy, Fraulein-Full

Winery of Mystery...marking time by abiding in our own delight,

dancing on the cusp of its birth, brightly brought in the bow of

Brahma on an apple blossom that we had not even noticed. Bob had not

even noticed the Tone had been set for Spider-Sat-Tat-Om to hit home.

Not Yet.

We sat down to download and upload the photographs that he'd taken, in

spite of the respite of Rapture capturing him not capturing the

Uncapturable. Apple blossoms began spilling from the screen,

dreamlike in the slideshow mode of Abiding...slide by intoxicting

slide. We were drunk on the honey of each other and the blossoms, the

memoried fragrance saturation, the excellence of the pictures dipping

down and around inside the heart of our united eyes. Unity

Consicousness of Awe.

And then we saw, we saw it and it nearly slipped by again into the

folds of the frames that it came from. I shrilled, "Bob! I saw it!

Did you see it?! Bob!"

Bob: "I saw it."

Spider-Goddess, God in petal-bodice, the balance of life and light and love...

We were the shore and the sea agreement. Perhaps, you might agree, when you see.

Trompe L'Oile - Sat-spills of Suchness -

 

Apple Blossom Spider

LoveAlways,

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