Monthly Archives of: December 2015


In the poignant circulating of the cosmic wheel



In the poignant circulating of the cosmic wheel

only a small portion exist pliable enough to feel

In time’s perpetual murmur along the mutated stride

only a small handful passionately perceive with eyes open wide

In the inept fervor of politic’s frantic flames

most cling to shadows rarely stuttering their names

In the isolated prearrangement of the seeing of the same

most reside as separative symbols that stylish inattention helps retain

Only the Fruiting Part. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Only the Fruiting Part. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Only the Fruiting Part. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Only the Fruiting Part. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015




When Merry Christmas comes to YouMeThemUsAll who are the lack of living flowers around the Gazebo (and the snowman who isn’t)…



(Well, when Christmas comes around, we put poinsettias on the kitchen table.)


From E. E. Cummings:



blossoming are people


nimbler than Really

go whirling into gaily


white thousands return


by millions and dreaming


drift hundreds come swimming

(Each a keener secret


than silence even tells)


all the earth has turned to sky


are flowers neither why nor how

when is now and which is Who


and i am you are i am we


(pretty twinkle merry bells)


Someone has been born

everyone is noone


dance around the snowman

In the mix. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

In the mix. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015


Feeling the depth



Many of us go through life regurgitating what was spoon fed to us throughout our youth.  Many of us function and perceive in the ways that we were taught… and, therefore, what we perceive and think is tainted with (and “as”) the dusty past.  Many of us, even when we are encouraged to go beyond all that — in order to, perhaps, see things freshly and anew — tend to just momentarily see the importance of it… but then go on with our lives in the same old ways.  (Which means we never really observed the deep importance of it whatsoever.)

So many of us were so painstakingly drilled (and filled) with the separative systems and symbols of the past… that we tend to habitually cling to them and repeatedly depend on them.  Many of us rarely, if ever, are truly silent and beyond being the absorbed symbols by which we perceive and think.  Many of us are constantly relying on and calculating with (and “as”) these symbols; the very way we perceive things in the world is dictated by what these symbols are constituted of.  We perceive through — and “as” — these symbols.  These symbols have an inherent distance and line of demarcation to them.  They inevitably tend to be fractional, piecemeal icons.  However, thoughts and mentally absorbed symbols/images, no matter how substantial they may seem to be, are almost always mere partial tokens that are mere representational patterns.   Many of us are slaves to these mere representational symbols.  Look at how so many so-called young people constantly are texting to each other.  Instead of enjoying the integrity and wholeness of a moment… they are constantly electronically writing about it to others (all the while conveying with dead words about what could have been a living, joyful occurrence). 

There is a good chance that the only true depth and the only real living (in this life) is what takes place beyond mere symbols, beyond the second-handedness (and virtual reality) that symbols reinforce and foster.  What is superficial will not, however, seriously see the need for transcending all of the symbols and images that people cling to.  What is immersed in superficiality, unfortunately, will not likely truly see the need for going beyond it.

Projections (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Projections (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Projections (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Projections (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015


Beyond the Learned Center



the hopping toad was the garden’s movement

toward that which wasn’t apart

from the symphonic moonlit night that was

crickets chirping as one beyond silence


while hands washed each other in blended sequence

a spacious window gazed out of itself

then one very shiny silver spoon quantified instant coffee

and the rhythmic ticking of the clock walked to the kitchen sink


right foot preceded left foot at measured intervals

as distance carefully calculated momentum

eyes moved from left to right repeatedly

wondering about the elemental purpose of this poem

Garden Hopping. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Garden Hopping. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015


Tweetie Pie’s Christmas Wish



So, I am cleaning cages, and getting their food ready.  Tweetie Pie (one of the parrots that lives with us) is standing on a perch right near to where I am.  (We don’t call them “pets,” as — I’m sure like a lot of you dog, cat, and bird caretakers know — we turn into more “their personal servants” than “pet owners.”)   I turn to Tweetie and ask, “What do you want from Santa for Christmas?”  “Do you want a new learning video, a new toy, extra peanuts, pizza cheese, or maybe a lot of carrots, or tasty grapes, or apples?”  “So, Tweetie, what do you want?”

The following is what Tweetie’s response was (which we did not teach her… and which she also had said around a week prior to this when I had asked her the very same question):


She learns things from watching others interact, not only by teaching her directly.  I have (with Tweetie nearby observing) said things to the other birds like, “Wow! Your bowl is empty; good job!  You ate everything!”  (Dr. Irene Pepperberg, who does extensive research with parrots, says many of them have the mental understanding of a 5 year old and the capacity to verbalize of a 2 year old.)

Afterwards, as I keep cleaning, I said,  “If you want all those things, you better be extra good, because, as you know, Santa sees everything, he is always watching everything you do at all times.”   As I said this, one of the other parrots enthusiastically said, “Yeah! Yeah!,”  and Tweetie Pie looked up scanning her eyes all around the ceiling (as if wondering how Santa could see everything at all times).

They really like Christmas oriented videos, like Polar Express, and I’ve been playing those a lot lately.

Happy Holidays!  🙂

Tweetie Pie (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tweetie Pie (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tweetie Pie (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tweetie Pie (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015


The Rule of Thirds



The Rule of Thirds… It is mostly used when cholesterol-free/low salt pizza — with whole wheat dough — is made.  Three pieces of whole wheat flat bread are placed on a pizza pan (which is a dandy rule of thirds).  Then the Golden Ratio takes effect, wherein (after the no-salt sauce is spread and non-fat cheese is sprinkled) golden canola oil is placed over each of the three circular sections.  (Green olives are also added, in halves, in measured proportion.)

So many of us, as photographers, are concerned about proper proportion in our photos.  That proportion deals with the relationship of visual elements to each other and to the whole.  If we succeed in arranging the the contents of our photos through the usage of wise judgement, we may produce excellent photographic end products.  The real tragedy as photographers, however, would be that our photographs have correct balance and relationship to the whole… while our minds do not.  If one’s photographs are balanced, yet one’s mind is not, what is the point?  Really!

So many minds are not balanced; and their relationship to the whole is distorted and askew.  Where there is needless conflict, friction, and fragmentation — in terms of the mind — there is no deep balance, integrity, no real proportion; then there is needless separation.  So many of us — just as we did in extremely primitive times — continue to think that we are separate from our thoughts, separate from our perceptions.  We were taught that we are at some separate center that controls thought and thinking from a distance.  It’s like one antenna of an insect maintaining that it is separate from the other antenna (and is its “controller.”)  When one embraces antiquated, fragmentary teachings and adamantly remains with (and “as”) them in mental blindness for an entire lifetime, where is the beauty and balance in that?… where is the proportion and symmetry in that?

Moving to a sense of proportion. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Moving to a sense of proportion. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015


Beyond Their Weighty Burden



Don’t let them pull you down

the cold ones and the crazy ones

the twisted politicians and the elephantine pundits


Soar away often from all their heavy patterns

concrete symbols and fixed rituals

and fly free as if you have wings


Then you’ll be beautifully glowing and warmly radiant 

and (as you feel) the pulling weight of their dead images leave

be free of the burdensome gravity of their self-importance

Beyond their weighty burden (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2015

Beyond their weighty burden (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2015


Beyond their weighty burden (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2015

Beyond their weighty burden (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2015


Timeless Immensity



There is a timeless, radiant, boundless, eternal energy,

beyond all patterns and demarcations,

beyond all violence, disorder, and chaos.

It is an infinite, miraculous flame that cannot merely be described

with the shadows of limited words and symbols (and all words are limited).

Though many would call it “God,” it is beyond (and has nothing to do with) held beliefs;

it belongs to no country, no world, no religion; 

it has no gender; it is not of any one species, nor organization.

It did not create this universe, and it is beyond the reactions of any organisms

(of highly evolved or barely evolved types);

and their shadows cannot infringe on its unadulterated immaculateness.

Mere reactions cannot perceive it or recognize it,

for it is an action beyond all mental forms, patterns, sorrows, and devices.

No systems or methods can capture it,

for it is beyond cause and effect paradigms,

beyond what mere groping can achieve.

Its immeasurability places it beyond all mental yardsticks and psychological gauges.

It is well beyond the musty, shadowy residue of symbolic thought (and all thought is symbolic).

You cannot visit it, but it can visit you.

However, that “you,” that it may visit, must effortlessly be beyond the limitations of symbols,

residual reactions, and mechanical responses.

Desire it… and it will not manifest.

The limited cannot have a true relationship

with the unlimited.

Profound, living mystery is beyond jaded reactions

from (and “as”) the stale past.

To live without always (exclusively) depending

on the symbols and images of the stale, dead past

can be true joy.  

That joy may be (or may not be) visited by that profound mystery

that is beyond time’s limitations.

Damsels not in distress. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Damsels not in distress. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015




Mother Goose Revisited…



There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.

She had so many thoughts she didn’t know what to do.

She gave them all her energy without much feeling;

And kept all her deposits and left the world screaming.


There was a young man who danced in his shoes.

His still mind was glowing without having the blues.

He gave the poor broth with plenty of bread;

And kissed them all soundly and put them to bed.

Symbiosis. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Symbiosis. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015