wondrous wild wonderment!


Jolted from slumber by a crawing crow competing with a kookaburra trio,
I sit in this little tent
watching the sky turn from quiet grey to pearl shot with apricot

The tide rides high, the water gleams like stretched silk

Big fish leap out of their watery homeland, soar into the
dangerously dry habitat of airborne breakfast-morsels
and plop! home again


Echoes from Emptiness: Australian Pelican


A pelican floats effortlessly, silently, past my perch,
and more noisily, the motor boats of small-time fishermen go by

And now there’s a deeper thrum, slower and more powerful:
the big yellow fishing boat that went out last evening returns to port,
a dozen seagulls swirling hungrily over its decks

The pelican is oblivious;
diving for some fishy morsel then surfacing,
it throws its huge pink beak open and up, and swoosh, down goes breakfast

In every direction, through every sense-portal,
the unknowable knowingness of awareness spreads itself in lavish abundance

Everything is inside IT and no-thing is outside of IT – oh




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robotic rock-head stubbornness


As soon as the sweaty arms of daylight reach over the horizon, the hard-nosed kookaburra begins to attack a neighbor’s window.

It knows that food magically appeared from behind that glass in the past – perhaps in its genetic past, for certainly not since I’ve been living nearby.  He’s driven by his unconscious conditioning.

No food comes.

The only thing forthcoming is the unit owner’s abuse.  Yet the big grinning bird bashes on, head like a rock.

I feel for him.  I know that robotic rock-head stubbornness only too well.


Image source:  Wild Witch Graphics