So here we are, Master FourEyes,
and i don’t think that what i write
will change things enough
and i don’t think that what you
nibble on will change things enough
… and that’s OK; it’s OK
And when we look at each other
each other we are
And when each other
we together look at oneself
Our unbelievable now is more timeless
than any dead(stone-cold temple that replaced the prairies)
while Mr. Death — whom so many fear — has nothing on us
because we livingly understand him(and smile with and beyond him)
more than teardrops grow upwards
and flowers flow down
Master FourEyes… who happens to be a Milkweed Beetle on, of all places, a Milkweed Plant … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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Amazing picture Tom!😊
Thank you much, John! 🙂
What a face! Great photograph, Tom!
With super receptive multi-functioning antennae, Sabine! 🙂
Yes!
Wow, what a shot, Tom!!
Thank you, Michael! I love it when these Milkweed beetles are cooperative, and often they are not! 🙂
I love the photo and the story, too!
Thanks, Eilene! With antennae like that, you know what’s cookin’ in town. 🙂
They are great little insects. Very nice!
Thank you, Belinda! … when they “let you photograph them.” 🙂
I like the close-up of this Milkweed Beetle’s face and the colorful Milkweed behind it Tom.
Thank you, Linda. They were here long before we were. 🙂
He’s a lovely chap! And the poem – intriguing and mystical! I’m not sure I understand it, but I love it.
Yes, he has a very dignified look. 🙂
No need to “know” that you understand it or not. Sometimes deep awareness operates in us beyond the field of the known, beyond the superficiality of routine recognition. 🙂
So good that you perceive something mystical there. 🙂
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I only learned recently that there are milkweed bugs and milkweed beetles: it was as surprising as learning that lady ‘bugs’ actually are lady ‘beetles.’ So much to learn!
Your title made me smile. In Liberia, I had a dog that was mostly brown with black spots above his eyes. The Liberians called him, “That dog, him who have four eyes.”