Guest guest Posted March 5, 2009 Report Share Posted March 5, 2009 Moving along a sidewalk bordered by ficus trees, I was enjoying my crunchy walk on a carpet of brown berries, when I saw little bugs crawling on the berry sawdust. The sun sparkled off their tiny wings as they wobbled up and down the berry bits. Hundreds of sparks twinkled from hundreds of wings. Such busy minute lives! Were they conscious? What did they see? what did they smell and taste? Why wasn't I born one of them? Well, there are no I's in those pin tips brains, at best, consciousness is for them a foggy tiny dream inside this dreamy sunny day with its potbelly clouds floating by. And to that hawk flying so high, I'm another insect crawling, and dreaming away. Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 6, 2009 Report Share Posted March 6, 2009 Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6 wrote: > > Moving along a sidewalk bordered by ficus > trees, I was enjoying my crunchy walk on a > carpet of brown berries, when I saw little > bugs crawling on the berry sawdust. The sun > sparkled off their tiny wings as they wobbled > up and down the berry bits. Hundreds of > sparks twinkled from hundreds of wings. Such > busy minute lives! > > Were they conscious? What did they see? what > did they smell and taste? Why wasn't I born > one of them? Well, there are no I's in those > pin tips brains, at best, consciousness is > for them a foggy tiny dream inside this dreamy > sunny day with its potbelly clouds floating > by. And to that hawk flying so high, I'm > another insect crawling, and dreaming away. > > Pete > cool Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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