Monthly Archives of: March 2015

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Katydid… (Multi-Photo)

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You were 

green with envy

and those big, greedy eyes — of course — were

a large part of the reason why.

And those massive, attentive ears of yours,

upon your knees,

were nature’s way of letting you stand up to what you hear

about yourself.

When you passed by that radiant tile

and reflectively peered at yourself,

 you vainly realized

that you were

the most beautiful

Katy(that ever)did.

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(Note: Katydids actually do have hearing mechanisms on their front leg — knee — areas; this affords their narrow bodies with wide, stereoscopic hearing.  This better, stereoscopic hearing aids greatly in locating prey and in evading predators.)

 Beautiful Katy! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beautiful Katy! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Beautiful Katy! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beautiful Katy! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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About Dreaming…

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At night — instead of dreaming inane dreams — let the mind be still, calm, and silent.  The function of dreaming is to resolve issues that occurred during the day, so as to put the brain in order.  Desires, fears, and problems all play their part in causing dreams in the brain to occur.  The brain needs order… and, if it is not fully orderly during the day, dreams often occur primarily to help order to occur within (and “as”) the brain.  However, if one is very attentive, aware, and sagacious throughout the day, then dreams become unnecessary.  If, throughout the day, the mind is aware without needless conflict and friction — and without crass separation from the perceptions that take place — then the mind may be orderly and whole.  Then, there is no need for petty, superficial dreams to bring order, for order has occurred throughout the day and there are no significant problems or fears to resolve during sleep.  So a mind that is really whole, wise, orderly, and insightful, rarely dreams.  If it eats some unusual or spicy foods, that may trigger some physiological reactions that cause some superficial dreaming; otherwise dreaming rarely, if ever, occurs.  Then the mind can wake up really rested… not having had to struggle with unresolved conflicts, fears, and problematic patterns.  At night, a truly orderly mind goes beyond patterns, friction, and self-fabricated images… and is truly resting and not wasting energy; and such a mind accomplishes such things during sleep because it often acts that way (as deep order) throughout the day.  Then there is no disorder to “carry over” into the night; then there is no disorder to resolve with (and “as”) superficial dreams.

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Mayfly Study. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Mayfly Study. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Love…

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Love has no boundaries

Love is joyous life

Love makes little pollution

Love is not conformity

Love is beyond separation

Love does not hate

Love illuminates the truth

Love has no jealousy

Loves helps the needy

Love does not kill

Love is beyond words

Love protects its fledglings

Love is the whole

Love doesn’t crave power

Love brings life’s mysteries

Love is eternity unfolding

Love is ever renewing

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Not separate. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Not separate. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Oh, where is Tom?… (Multi-Photo)

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Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…

When I was a child, they’d say:

Oh, where is Tom?…

And always the answer was…

Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.

Now that I’m rather gray and elderly, they say:

Oh, where is Tom?…

Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.

Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…

😉

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(Note:  Many insects see, in addition to other colors, ultraviolet – which we humans can’t see – so the following photo may be like what they actually perceive.)

Nature enthusiasts. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Nature enthusiasts. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

Nature enthusiasts. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Nature enthusiasts. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Not so separate from the perceived… (Multi-Photo)

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i stuck a stick

into the mud…

a stick in the mud am i.

 

i cut a paper

into many fragments…

and i fell to pieces.

 

i stared at the moon

on a dim blue night…

and i became very pale.

 

i zigged a zag

on the computer screen…

and ziggyzags became my fate.

 

i smiled at some children 

who were frightened and sad…

then i became happy two.

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Small Planet. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Small Planet. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Small Planet. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Small Planet. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Give…

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give the stripes back to the zebra

give the bark back to the dog

give the insanity back to the politician

give the bulging eyes back to the frog

 

give the climb back to the mountain

give the remote back to the television show

give the red blood back to the warrior

give the water back to the plant (and watch it grow)

 

give the turn back to the brass knob

give the yellow leaves back to the fall

give the Cretaceous back to the raptors

give the baseball bat back to the ball

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Bulging Eyes. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Bulging Eyes. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Welcome Sweet Spring… (Multi-Photo… 3 photos)

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let’s Spring into action

be sure not to Fall

see Flowers where dirt was

as Life makes its sweet call

 

let’s evolve from what Fish were

turn Fins into Hands

plant seeds in terrestrial gardens

and walk upon Land

 

let’s breathe atmospheric air directly

and forget how to swim

let’s forget our past and Winter

and drink water at the gym

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[Note:  The first photo is of a flower in Spring.  The second photo is of a fossil plate of a couple of specimens of Osteolepis macrolepidotus  (from the Devonian Period, Old Sandwick Fish Beds, Quoyloo, Orkney, Scotland).  Osteolepis was one of the first air-breathing fish, with lobed (feet-like) fins; it had many other features in common with the early tetrapods (the first land-dwelling vertebrates).  Some people tend to feel ashamed — or go into denial — about having evolved from fish; I (among others), on the other hand, feel that being part of evolution is an immense privilege and see the profound beauty and amazing splendor of evolution!  The third photo is of a newspaper comic of “Frank and Ernest” by the brilliant Bob Thaves.]

 

Spring flower.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Spring flower. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Osteolepis macrolepidotus. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Osteolepis macrolepidotus. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Comic by Bob Thaves. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Comic by Bob Thaves. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

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Frozen in time…

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You have to take it beyond the limit

and you are the limit.

Beyond that is a beautiful psychological (not physical) dying that is passionately burning…

but most are numbly frozen to something old, cold, and the chilling result of hardened learning.

Fluidly stream beyond that (and beyond rock solid words)…

reflect on what is rarely beautifully seen!

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Frozen in Time. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Frozen in Time. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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in each living Spring…

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compact and entwined

in each living Spring

are Life’s splendid creatures

majestic living things

 

like a chrysalis patiently waiting

to joyfully unfold

Spring has books of living stories

waiting to be told

 

from nothing comes something

it arrives every year

few love it enough

the Treasure is near

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Fledglings in a nest.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Fledglings in a nest. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Legs… (Multi-Photo)

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On an extremely small, green planet, there was a large animal called “horse” that had four legs…

and not one of the legs felt it was separate from the other legs.

Each leg — of “horse” — walked and galloped in great beauty and harmony with the other legs;

had one or more of the legs felt it(they) was(were) separate from the other legs,

“horse” would kick and buck in disharmony.

Upon this diminutive planet, called “earth,” there were also billions of inhabitants, called “humans,”

and these “humans,” with bipedal legs, mostly thought that they were separate from those

upon other legs.  They often fought in vicious wars and kicked others who walked and ran on two legs.

They also hunted and harmed many of those walking on four legs and were also often mindlessly indifferent

about the environment containing all the legs.  However, a small few sagaciously and harmoniously realized

that their legs were not at all separate… and that none of the legs were really separate whatsoever.

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(Note: Left click on the art-oriented one to see the detail. Click on arrow to return.)

Eight legs. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eight legs. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eight legs. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eight legs. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Going back… (Multi-Photo)

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Tonight, go back in time to when you were a young child.  

(Revisit that immortal youth that was) 

far beyond the jaded, stodgy, leaden views of the overly-busy adults.

Soar again in those floating dreams… then go beyond dreaming to how

you were so very amazed at life’s wonderful, majestic living creatures.

Remember, back then, how you were small

but your perceptions were magical, large, and vast.

Return and youthfully run and fly again through that enchanting world.

Then never grow up.

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Able to fly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Able to fly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Able to fly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Able to fly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

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Spacetime… (Multi-Photo)

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Time is space and space is time

Mountains take some time to climb

Space is time and time is space

It takes some time to wash your face

 

Washing in space is movement in time

The soap and the bubbles say they feel fine

The clock’s hands move in a confined, little space

Along with the hands that wash your face

 

The face of the clock washed away time

As moving hands took away hours of grime

Our hearts keep on ticking at a regular pace

As helping hands smile at our round, cleanly face

 

The hands of the clock in each stage and each term

Say its time to wake up, to feel, and to learn

The chronology of you is swinging in space

A minute of love is an occasion of grace

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Swinging pendulum in Space. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Swinging pendulum in Space. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Swinging pendulum in Space. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Swinging pendulum in Space. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

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Our separate, little “I”s… (Multi-Photo)

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“I think I’m separate from what is seen,” 

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from what I visit,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from what is heard,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from what I want,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from what I dream,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

I think I’m separate from what I think,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from the earth and the animals,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from people and their well being,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“You probably are,”

said the wise man.

 

“I think I’m separate from whom I rob,”

said the complacent, lazy man.

“Your separate ‘eye’ is probably illusory,”

said the wise man, 

as he closed a door

between

himself

and his blind complacency.

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Chives, together as one. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Chives, together as one. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Chives, together as one. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Chives, together as one. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Too many peephole educators out there… (Multi-Photo)

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One man, a complacent, indifferent man,

looked at life as if through a distorted, little peephole;

everything he saw was of limitation;

everything he saw was fragmentary and small.

 

Another man, a dynamic, caring man,

looked at life as if from a majestic, magical mountain;

everything he saw was from a panoramic, unbroken view;

everything he saw was connected, limitless, and extraordinarily special.

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Top of the World. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Top of the World. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Top of the World. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Top of the World. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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and realized it was… the ending of separation… (Multi-Photo)

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The crossing of the street

turned

and realized it was

the crossing of the street.

The flowing of the river

churned

and realized it was

the flowing of the river.

The oven being touched

burned

and realized it was

the oven being touched.

The aching of the heart

yearned

and realized it was

the aching of the heart.

The slavery to the job

earned

and realized it was

the slavery to the job.

The words of the poem

learned

and realized they were

the words of poem.

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The stillness of the spider squirmed. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The stillness of the spider squirmed. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The stillness of the spider squirmed. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The stillness of the spider squirmed. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Smoke and Mirrors… (Multi-Photo)

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There was a comedian on television the other night… and she said: “It seems like everyone is online as a philosopher or spiritual adviser these days… telling you to ‘love everything as one,’  or to ‘be at one with nature,’ but then — at the office, at work — they characteristically act nasty, indifferent, and cold.”

There are endless volumes of material being put out on the internet, in books, and other media — by innumerable so-called “experts” — chock full of advice on spirituality, philosophy, meditation, and mindfulness… yet, essentially, only very, very few of the people conveying their endless tips and suggestions have experienced or gone through profound enlightenment whatsoever.   Here’s the thing:   A lot of blind people think that they’ve seen the light; but this “thinking” is not the actuality.   There are a million ways to go wrong — though they may seem fine and dandy (and wonderful) — and many people take others with them through such ways.

From Stephen Crane:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         (This poem also occurs within my book.)

 

A learned man came to me once.

He said: “I know the way. –come.”

And I was overjoyed at this.

Together we hastened.

Soon, too soon, were we

Where my eyes were useless,

And I knew not the ways of my feet.

I clung to the hand of my friend;

But at last he cried: “I am lost.”

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Beyond smoke. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond smoke. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond smoke. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond smoke. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Staying local…

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Personally, I don’t care to travel far — and photograph only locally — largely due to the fact that mostly fossil fueled vehicles are involved with the traveling… which is extremely bad for an already terribly abused planet.

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from Walt Whitman:

BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas’d me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness–these forms–the power of motion,
The least insect or animal–the senses–eyesight–love;
The first step, I say, aw’d me and pleas’d me so much,
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish’d to go, any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in ecstatic songs.

 Probing for gold nectar.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Probing for gold nectar. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

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She loves me… She loves me not… (Multi-Photo)

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she loves me

she loves me not

she loves me

she loves me not

she is me

she is me not 

she is me

she is me not

images of her are me

images of her are me not

images of her are me

images of her are me not

Life wants us to rip up living flowers

Life wants us to rip up living flowers not

Life wants us to rip up living flowers

Life wants us to rip up living flowers not

Blossoming is me

Blossoming is me not

Blossoming is me

Blossoming is me not

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Petals intact. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Petals intact. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Petals intact. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Petals intact. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Tweet others like you would like to be tweeted… (Multi-Photo)

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This is what I wrote on Twitter:

Merely recognizing things as you were taught is looking through the implanted programming of others and is not profound perception.

This is what someone replied as a response, after they retweeted what I wrote:

We have to unlearn the old systems that are detrimental to us.  Once we become aware, we perceive things differently.

This is how I replied:

This going beyond the old systems is not merely a process of time.  If it is, it is merely a subtle extension of the old systems.

(The reason I wrote this is that if we use patterns and strategies to, hopefully, eventually evolve out the the old systems, we are — in effect — merely a continuance of the old systems.  Though this may sound rather fanciful, it isn’t.  Either it is done instantly, without time being a factor… or it is intrinsically merely an extension of the same, old systems and processes… all of which take — and “are” — time.)

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Mostly Fliers. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Mostly Fliers. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Mostly Fliers. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Mostly Fliers. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Internal mirror of distortion…

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True integrity is the honesty of perception; not being one thing… and then internally claiming (to yourself) to be something else; and it’s not pretense to others either!  A truly mindful, wise being is unrelenting regarding seeing the actions that he or she is (precisely for what they are); in this, there are no lame excuses, cushioning rationalizations, or softening distortions.  You are what you are at (and “as”) that moment in time… plain and simple… without all the extraneous deceit.

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A frog not a prince. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

A frog not a prince. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

A frog not a prince. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

A frog not a prince. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015