We set up chairs to watch the sunset before noticing this rabbit reclining just a few feet away. It shared contemplative space with us for about ten minutes, then hopped off to resume nibbling on flower petals.
Looks a little like Henri Rousseau, but it's really just the Socorro Nature Area on May 29--hot, full of cottonwood fluff and big ants. One managed to crawl up my leg while I was learning the difference between male and female four-wing saltbush. Reality bites!
At the Dawn of Time Was a pool around which two Men sat. Early Men, though they did not know this. Clear was the water in the pool. Clear were their minds, for They knew no different. They had no speech, only the use Of their hands and their bodies. It seemed to one that The motion of the fever trees in the wind, When reflected in the water, Gave life to its surface. It seemed to him that the water was alive. He could not say so. He had no vision of saying so. Instead, he looked into the eyes of the second Man Who, squatting, returned his gaze. It seemed to both that they were thinking the same thing Which, being thought, became true. The water lived, Like the Men and the fever trees And the things that moved in the fever trees And beneath them, and at night Above them. Everything lived. How could it not be so? There were no thoughts which said it could not be so.