to be

lost for the eye and silent to the ear,
conjugate hearts now beat together,
a treasure fragile as a silent lake,
another, soon to be discovered easter egg,
as one wells up, the other cracks open,
bundles of joy, in you, in heaven.

words that deserve to be spun,
cotton mists of soft dreams churn,
convective fluffs thread up the blue,
gypsy jet streams weave a magic on cue,
hurtled across the land, the cirrus fall,
a message spills itself at its call

words are but vibes,
the heart rumbles in the skies.

crude bulbs

♥ Indie Gold


The Puzzle by Ane Brun


Ane Brun [ from astropixie from lofi.tv]


Beast by Nina Kinert


Nina Kinert & Ane Brun[ from astropixie from Diaspro].

indie crude science.

I don't know if ants can look up. But I imagined one doing so. I wondered what senses they use to locate food. Do they scour around, in seemingly random directions until one of them stumbles upon something, bookmarks it and lets others know... some how. I don't know how acute their vision is.

If they started looking up and if they have acute enough vision, they can get more food from me. If a crumb or speck of food falls down, a clever ant can deduce that it must have fallen from above, possibly from a place where more food is stashed away. At the very least there could be more specks of food. Of course, it can't fly up to investigate. So it would have to find a route. Here it would include walking up a wall, grappling on the ceiling and climbing down a hook, then walking down a wire or a rod and then take a dive of faith into whatever it is that is hanging in mid air.

If it found the food like this, knowing fully well that it won't get hurt, it can just drop from the bag of goodies on to the floor, then find its sent trail or whatever navigation cue it uses and hurry back to the colony.

I have not seen any ants dropping out of thin air, yet.


PS: As I wrote this I remembered: 'epigenetics'. I think(in my layman capacity) epigenetics is one of the missing links in my understanding of evolution of species. Natural selection - as in chance mutation of genes as the only cause for evolution (as I understand it) - is too random and too chancy.

ah! the good one

the taut string, plucked by inept fingers,
made a sweet note. sound lingers...

dust flies away from the harmonic waves,
paper fish get woken up, stir and scram...

the stale air vibrates away and heats up,
microscopic fluctuations, invisible chain reaction...

the dog's ears prick up, for what you hear,
and for those you can't. design differences...

sunlight spills in, warms up the dank room,
in a scanning beam, on the real time scale...

dust's gathered, cloaked, in a seeming stillness,
exit, taking some of it away, dancing.

the good one left, again, locking up.