dragonflies

I am once more sitting by the lily pond and today I notice the dragonflies, hovering over the water. They are large, perhaps damselflies is more the correct word. Who cares? They are beautiful, with their long slender blue bodies and green heads. They move precisely, sometimes hovering completely still, sometimes darting like an arrow to a new position, then changing direction suddenly, or stopping in mid-air.

Seeing these creatures, I am once again feeling the miracle of life, the mystery of it, that such an amazing being can exist. With all our technology, I don’t think we humans could build a machine as small, delicate and precise as a dragonfly. The way they move, to me, symbolises awareness. This diamond sword that is our one hope for liberation. Can our own awareness sit as sharply, precisely and with as much stillness as the dragonfly hovering in one location? Can it move like a sword cutting through illusion? Can our awareness dart, as the dragonfly darts to a new position?

A frog jumps in. Plop.

So I love to sit and watch the dragonflies, to feel that precision, and be reminded of the diamond yoga, the sharpness of it, penetrating precision. This is the feeling that comes as I watch the dragonflies darting hither and thither, and hovering, motionless.