Monthly Archives of: April 2015

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Spring Plum Blossom Haiku… (Multi-Photo and Multi-Poem)

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Two Haiku Poems… one from the Japanese poet, Issa (year 1822) and one from my (elderly) self (who likes to preserve plum tree scraps)…

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1822

.梅見るや梅干爺と呼れつつ
ume miru ya umeboshi jijii to yobaretsutsu

viewing plum blossoms–
they call old men
pickled plums

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In the blossomed Spring

plum trees recognized themselves

taking photographs

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Plum Tree Blossoms. (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Plum Tree Blossoms. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Plum Tree Blossoms. (2) (Digital Color Pencil Rendition) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Plum Tree Blossoms. (2) (Digital Color Pencil Rendition) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Real silence and a rather dead kind of silence… (Multi-Photo)

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Do not merely make a meditative silence into something that is isolated and separate from noise in life.  Be very careful in what you accept and do.  In all probability, a separate silence that is cultivated, that is practiced at a special time or place, is a rather second-hand, merely learned, rather dead, kind of silence.  Actual, profound silence is an effortless phenomenon that occurs without premeditation, beyond calculation, and beyond techniques involving time.  As such it is a timeless phenomenon that may occur often, spontaneously throughout the day (without some separate controller “making it happen”), such as while one is walking, looking at nature, petting a dog or cat, or exercising.  If it occurs at all, it occurs naturally, without any false effort expended by a supposed “center” or “controller” that is essentially a learned image (involving separation).  It (i.e., such deep silence) is not something that is isolated from the rest of life.  It is of life, in life; it permeates life, it flows with life.  Real life is not something that is  practiced; it is something that is lived.  To manipulate the mind into some isolated silence may be like trying to catch the wind in a sealed bottle.  Attempting to confine the wind in a separate, little, “special” space — called a bottle — may be rather ludicrous.

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On its way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Flowers, silence, and magically beyond me… (Multi-Photo)

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I never left where I’ve always been

and I’ve always been where I never left

I never found what I always lost

and I always lost what I never found

I never thought where I’ve never been

and I’ve never been where thought never was

Where thought never was is where the real magic has always been

and the real magic has always been where thought never was

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Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Go beyond vengeance… (Multi-Photo)

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(Just a few days ago was the 150th anniversary of the night Abraham Lincoln was fatally shot by John Wilkes Booth.)

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the energy… it’s swirling,twirling

moving through the hand

of a man named Lincoln

some leader of a land

 

the play went on the gun was cocked

the killer took his aim

some say the twirling,whirling cells

could only move in vein

 

precise premonition lying listless

across a sordid balcony floor

as disbelief and shock called out

and raced through the narrow(minded) door

 

icy hatred’s revenge seldom is ever beautiful

as twirling life flows beyond perceptual range

warm grace lies beyond cold malice and vengeance

apprehension leaves,arrives, as the winds of change

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Stealth. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

 

 

 

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Regarding “Jumping to Conclusions”… (Multi-Photo)

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If you are a diminutive jumping spider, by all means jump!  Jumping is your life and calling card.  If you are a human being, by all means jump with your legs and feet too (and exercise a lot).  However, it would be prudent not to — like so many do — jump to conclusions.  Jumping to conclusions often stifles the mind and often causes it to perceive things that are not legitimate and true.  So many of us jump to conclusions.  When we jump to conclusions… we are those conclusions.  Being a conclusion may be rather dead and “unalive.”  Go visit a cemetery; most of the people there (I’ll bet) probably came to conclusions!    😉

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Tiny Jumping Spider. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tiny Jumping Spider. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tiny Jumping Spider. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tiny Jumping Spider. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Raccoon (Multi-Photo)

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A furry ball, with legs, 

mischievous, bandit-like,

omnivorous, curious, stalking,

walking in our area,

which is also his area,

our area,

his kind were here first,

in a way, we are the intruders,

bare-skinned, bipedal, tall, 

like-wise mischievous, ape-like,

dangerous, stalking, stealing…

Local Night Bandit. (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace  c. 2015

Local Night Bandit. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Local Night Bandit. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace  c. 2015

Local Night Bandit. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Seeing through the screen of thought…

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The whole realm of thinking is figurative, fragmentary, and of symbolic representations (that are conditioned).  Don’t merely dwell in the field of the conditioned virtual.  You can’t hug a concept of a child.  Don’t — as so many do — mostly exist in (and “as”) symbols; symbols (as words and mental images) are mere tokens.  Most, even when they look at the world, see with (and “as”) the patterns and symbols that they were taught.  Look without separative symbols and learned images.

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Shadow of thinking. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Shadow of thinking. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Nothing is hidden from that otherness… (Multi-Photo)

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For the sacred to visit you and be palpable, your innocence must be discernible and unmistakable.   That innocence must penetrate far beyond crude conventionality.  That innocence stands alone and is different… not for the sake of being different, but because it perceives deeply beyond the ordinary.

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Open for business. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Open for business. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Open for business. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Open for business. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The winding forest… (Multi-Photo)

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Close to the dazzling ocean

I wanted to mentor them

each and every single,spraying drop

each and every friend

 

Inside the combative,clashing waves

I tried to comfort them

within endlessly flowing life currents

with end inside of begin

 

Deep within the winding forest

we shouted loud to them

but no human sounds were ever heard

nothing but bold,towering trees within

 

Inside each of the ever joyous trees

perennial,green life continues to grow

without neural networks of pain

without the need to know

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The journey is the destination. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The journey is the destination. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The journey is the destination. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The journey is the destination. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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An average Ode to Mr. Average… (Multi-Photo)

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Mr. Average walked along in his very average way.

Mr. Average — according to his father — was born on a very average day.

Mr. Average, when he was young, went to a very average school.

Mr. Average, when in class, was around average with the breaking of the rules.

Mr. Average, within his mind, partook in an average degree of thinking.

Mr. Average, regarding his eyes (each day) blinked with around the average blinking.

Mr. Average, like most everyone around, saw his self as being separate and apart.

Mr. Average, when shopping with his wife, was a typical shopper at his local Walmart.

Mr. Average, regarding his diet, ate all of the typical meat.

Mr. Average lived in a rather typical American suburb and  lived on a typical street.

Mr. Average, regarding his shape and weight, was not excessively round.

Mr. Average, regarding his thoughts and feelings, never felt anything profound.

Mr. Average, throughout his life, worked at a very average job.

Mr. Average, regarding living things suffering, was never inclined to sob.

Mr. Average, as a father, sent all of his children to an average school.

Mr. Average had around the normal degree of anger… when someone would call him a fool.

Mr. Average uttered the typical saying as he uttered his very last breath.

Mr. Average, when they hurriedly buried him, was interred at around the average depth.

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An average Cemetery Beetle  (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

An average Cemetery Beetle (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

An average Cemetery Beetle. (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

An average Cemetery Beetle. (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

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We must grow… (Multi-Photo)

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we think we’re modern

but we’re not

we’re rather primitive and unrefined

and all the pundits in our world

don’t understand space and time

 

we think we’re free

but we’re not

our causes are all effects

and all the reactions that we’ll retake

are what spacetime already expects

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 Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

 

 

 

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The supposedly dominating central controller… (Multi-Photo)

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Your concept of “I” is not truly what dominates over your other supposedly subordinate (supposedly subservient) thoughts.  All thoughts — including the concept of “I” (or that internal “me”) — are conditioned responses… and, as such, one does not (in reality) truly dominate over the others.  Profound awareness and immense intelligence transcends conditioning (at least to some significant extent) and goes beyond the deep misconceptions that the aforementioned sentence suggests.  Via erroneous (primitive) education, billions are saturated with such substantial misconceptions and delusions (of a “central controller”)… and this, in turn, causes much needless friction and deceit (within the brain) which often projects as additional disorder both within the brain and out from the brain.  Better education could help to change things for the better.  We, as a society, have a long way to go before we transcend out of very psychologically crude, primitive realms.  True freedom lies not in the concept of free will, but in the daily, intelligent (method-free) understanding of the mind, which may allow one to actually joyfully exist (at times) beyond the limited field of total conditioning.  With such freedom comes real goodness and order (beyond mere reactions).

(Added note: This is one fundamental reason why so very few, throughout the world — over time — have truly been enlightened.  A process or technique developed or utilized by a fictitious center cannot ever find profound truth; the profound truth comes only when conditioning and needless conflict, friction, and deceit are dissipated… and not dissipated by some supposed central agent that is — in itself — a major result of ignorance and conditioning.  For so many — for so long — it has been like throwing water to drowning people in order to save them!) 

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 Jumping spider in Lily. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Jumping spider in Lily. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Jumping spider in Lily. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Jumping spider in Lily. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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The way perception takes place… (Easter Greetings!) (Multi-Photo)

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He was totally (and repeatedly) bored by the things he saw…

because within his brain was a putrid, stagnant, significant flaw.

 

She is joyfully thrilled by the majestic things she sees…

because her mind transcends the musty past like a wise, cleansing spring breeze.

 

Life is sadly monotonous only if one’s mind becomes rather stale and dead.

Look at things anew… with childlike, fresh rejuvenation instead!

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[Excerpts from the ancient Gospel of Thomas:

Jesus said, “If your leaders say to you, ‘Look, the (Father’s) kingdom is in the sky,’ then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, ‘It is in the sea,’ then the fish will precede you. Rather, the (Father’s) kingdom is within you and it is outside you.

When you know yourselves, then you will be known, and you will understand that you are children of the living Father. But if you do not know yourselves, then you live in poverty, and you are the poverty.”

His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?”
Jesus said, “It will not come by waiting for it. It will not be a matter of saying ‘here it is’ or ‘there it is.’ Rather, the kingdom of the father is spread out upon the earth, and men do not see it.”

 Rabbit... where'd you put the keys, girl? (2)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Rabbit… where’d you put the keys, girl? (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Rabbit... where'd you put the keys, girl? (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Rabbit… where’d you put the keys, girl? (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Meditation… (Multi-Photo)

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True meditation is never what one can decide to do.  Real meditation is only done without will, without mere knowledge, calculation, and methodology.  If will, calculation, and methodology are involved, something may be happening… but it is not true meditation.  Any uncouth person under the sun can purchase a yoga mat, sit on it perfectly (statuesque) still with legs crossed, and proudly say that they are “meditating.”  However, real meditation is too dynamic, living, profound, and immense to be what can be brought about by some inane, calculated, copied procedure.  What is truly dynamic and beyond a cause/effect continuum cannot (ever) be brought about as a mere “result” of some man-made patterns or practices.   Thinking otherwise is foolish… and, unfortunately, there are plenty of foolish entities out there.

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 Blossoming. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Blossoming. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Blossoming. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Blossoming. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015