May i understand why people don’t understand.
And why is there such a disconnect in people’s minds
betweenthings,
between them and all other things?
They look with (and “as”) sep
ar
A
tion,
each from a center that never was a true center
and that never will be a true center…
like bubbles floating in a glass of milk
each thinking that they are separate from
the milkiness.
Beyond Separation … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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That’s a wonderful photo of the tendril, and a neat illustration for your words.
Thank you, Linda. 🙂 I wish that all the regions of the world would get along together as well!
Appreciated the bubbles-in-milk metaphor.
“One must be most patient with those that do not understand you. Remember, their ways are as important to them as yours are to you.”
– Chow Zen Master Chuy
Seek peace,
Paz
Thank you, Paz! Stay aware and caring. 🙂
Great combination words and image — well connected.
Thank you, Ken. 🙂
I wish all the countries (i.e., regions) of the world were well connected (in humans’ minds).
This one’s a keeper – to remind me that those who think I’m surely mistaken in my views are in fact simply tangled up in their own views (tendrils).
What plant is this? Fantastic image!
Thanks, Jazz. 🙂 I’m not sure which plant it is; it is one of the many vine-oriented plants in the woods.
I think of many indigenous peoples’ view “all my relations.” I will try to sit still and look and think these thoughts as I observe my surroundings. Whoops! There’s that separateness again! 🙂
Yes, exactly, Jane! 🙂 Very good point indeed. It is so dad blastedly easy to trip up and get tangled in fallacious points of view. Not enough see that! (Our very language is designed wrongly — with big flaws — and that too is part of the problem.)
Marvelous macro, Tom, so beautiful!
Thank you, Donna. It’s from a woodland area. 🙂
Really lovely photo!
Thank you, Belinda. 🙂 Been much too close to my nemesis, poison ivy, lately!
I liked this poem and your clever way of laying it out.
Thank you, Siobhan. 🙂 I’m much more appreciative of it when people comment on my poetry or prose (rather than merely on my photos); the writings are much more significant than the photos. It’s a shame that not a lot of people see that.
Those tender tendrils look so delicate, like curling ribbon Tom. I remember when I was a kid, we did not go out to eat much, but when we did my parents would order milk for me and I got a straw (yay, never got a straw at home) and I’d blow bubbles in my milk with it – I always got “the look” for doing that. I thought of you this morning as I was walking home and the mushrooms I’ve been monitoring on someone’s front yard had finally opened and they looked like spotted umbrellas.