A Divine Design In The Small 7
I could write pages, books about the the wonderful designs
in Nature. Which, what should I capture,
record with my i Pad, a twig, a branch, a leaf, a tree, a valley, a lake, ... just on my way to the
country? I don’t know which is the number one, all are number one. There’s no
second. Otherwise, my eyes fail to see it.
Of the spider who spun its own thread out of her body, so
light, so thin, thinner than the thinnest thread, yet so sticky, floating it in the wind and somewhere fastens
it. She walks, runs on her thread. Then somewhere in the middle of her thread
she releases another thread, and another thread. She starts from this middle,
to walk a little circle, sticking, her thread, on the threads then bigger and
bigger circles till it becomes a spider’s web so strong, her prey so helpless, wouldn’t be able to free
itself. She never falls as she’s always
saved, hanging on her thread.
Of the bat, though not a bird, who doesn’t err flying in the dark and sleeps
hanging, not feeling tired, upside down. Of the wonderful
designs of myriads of species.
Of the delight of hearing water gurgling, splashing,
roaring, seeing it rippling on a lake. How wonderful to see, to feel the dew on
the grass, watch clear water in your hands. Of the rustling wind waving trees,
the paddy fields, ...
Designs of the sun rise, sun set, of the sailing moon, clouds, of the seasons, of land and sea, of night and day, of male and female, of happiness and sorrow, of life and death, of ...
August 2014
