The Crystal Eyes of Cerok Tokun

I move on. I enjoy talking further with nature. I have to let go the beautiful past in order to appreciate a better now.

Why not? You see, I am not too old to be surprised by these seductive winks. It is in fact a triple bonus in a row.

The ferns must have known the world better than me from inside out. I am a very happy man though not being able to interpret the answer thoroughly.

Can you see? This is the place I visit every week. We exchange breath with each other. It is a really amazing feeling and an essential moment.

The mystery of Cerok Tokun is refreshed now and then every each time these crystal eyes come and go. They move around day and night; as time goes by, the thickness of the books grows.

The Eyes of Cerok Tokun

I was told I can find myself in the eyes if snapping without flash, so I zoom, I continue to zoom in, unfortunately I find myself not being reflected.

Nature is mysterious; the books of nature are now stacked as tall as Cerok Tokun, so much so that I have not, and shall not read her wholly.

She must have actually kept her eyes on me every moment when I am at Cerok Tokun. This is a new found secret that I would like to share with you.

If you visit nature one day, try not to use flash, tell me then whether you are trapped inside her eyes. Tell me how you feel. Tell me how our world is looking from inside out.

We have then only finished reading one page of the first book.

Weaver ants and us

These Weaver ants came out from my book of nature. I chased them back while they were stretching their necks peeping the surrounding, and before they started to weave their nest in my house, on my bed and on my body, and before they crawled from my toe to my forehead, and before they called my home their home.

I flip to chapter 11092010, they seem to live a normal life over there.

Some of us make our way up to the top of Cerok Tokun, while the others are descending.

At the same time, we would limit ourselves to a narrow path though it can be in fact wider. We always follow our experience or the pheromones trail.

When I am climbing up the guardrail to gaze over a sea of clouds, one of the ant never miss the chance to enjoy the same.

The ant then pass the story to other through tapping with the antennae. We also tap on each other's shoulder, and telling how good the weather is and blah blah blah.

Finally, we are alone; and somehow it is good to be alone for some time.

Wednesday Musing

Where does the time come from?

It twists and turns through a long dark passageway, and it is now when arriving in front of us. Does it lose momentum on the way then we have a longer day? Do our times come from different routes thus we have different moment of truth in a same day?

A piece of fallen wood was frozen in action by a thin but mighty web, where can I find my web to freeze the flowing of time?

(The Blue Monday continues til today)

We are part of the Zoo

Out of sudden I saw this sardonic smile while taking pictures of the monkeys. What did this mean? Did it indicate contempt, rudeness, mockery or malice?

They were staying at the top of a tree in front of me. I thought I could defend myself by swinging my backpack if something should happen, and I saw this one grinned sardonically, so I knew I should not provoke in a same manner.I continued with my shooting carefully.

It was only this scornful tongue that I knew I was surrounded by a colony of monkeys. I must have accidentally intruded into their territories.

I backed off silently, quickly and immediately. They are monkeys.

If you think you have to take a trip to the zoo to keep up with me, I shall say no, no and no. Take a big step backward and pull your camera back, both you and me are actually living in a spherical zoo.

And today is just another Monday in this zoo.