Monthly Archives of: August 2025

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See, Even Simple Sesame Street Songs can be a Sweet, Profound Message…

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[Here are some excerpts from a Sesame Street Song that was playing in the parrots’ room (on their tv). I heard it there while feeding the many tropical fish. (My new wife puts up with a lot… critter-wise.) View it (i.e., the video song) in my complete posting. Should i admit that i love Sesame Street? … Grover rocks! And remember, that separation between you and others — between you and all living things — you learned that from a crass and delusive society. Whether you like it or not, you are everybody else.]

My hair is black and red
My hair is yellow
My eyes are brown and green and blue
My name is Jack and Fred
My name’s Amanda Sue
I’m called Kareem Abdu
My name is you.

I live in Southern France
I’m from a Texas ranch
I come from Mecca and Peru
I live across the street
In the mountains, on the beach
I come from everywhere
And my name is you.

We all sing with the same voice The same song The same voice We all sing with the same voice And we sing in harmony.

I like to run and climb
I like to sit and read
I like to watch my TV too,
And when it’s time for bed,
I like my stories read,
“Sweet dreams” and “love you” said
My name is you.

Little Butterfly Friend … Photo by Thomas Peace c.2025

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The Rich Bureaucrats

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The rich bureaucrats hurriedly
and nervously walked along the
populated metropolitan sidewalks
on their way to important (to them)
meetings

They carried their attache cases
swinging them almost in syncrony
as they anxiously raced along
with faces that were not smiling
but instead sadly frowning

Meanwhile in a nearby classroom for
people in wheelchairs
(who happened to have multiple handicaps
and limited intellectual capacity)
a lot of happy smiles and joyful laughter
were taking place

It was quite the contrast
the bureaucrats with their
perpetual sullen looks
and the worry-free students in wheelchairs
with their pristine laughter and genuine joy

For Christ’s sake
please realize that the bureaucrats
were not rich whatsoever

Immersed in Yellow … Photo by Thomas Peace c.2025

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To be Perceptive

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To be perceptive… what does that mean? The dictionary indicates that to be perceptive means to be ‘observant.’ So perceptive people would not be oblivious to actual conditions happening around them. For instance, if serious climatic changes were occurring frequently in the environment, people would not — due to conditioning from nefarious leaders paid off by the fossil fuel industries — go around pretending that serious global weather changes were not happening. Heavily conditioned minds may exist in a rut that prevents the truth from being seen. An intelligent, dynamic mind is beyond stale conditioning and crude containment.

Additionally, the dictionary indicates that ‘sensitive’ is another meaning for the word ‘perceptive.’ With real sensitivity comes compassion, empathy, and a deep feeling of love. A narcissistic person (as many, unfortunately, are) is sensitive mostly exclusively for his or her own organism, excluding all (so-called) others. That kind of sensitivity is very limited, very narrow, and very circumscribed. In reality, it is not sensitivity at all; it is an exemplification of a lack of sensitivity. Selfish people are mostly only focused on the little “self.” A person of this type is trapped in demarcations that are extremely small, petty, and limited.

It may be that in very profound and deep perception, the self is absent or rather insubstantial. Such perception is never mere reaction… it is immense and magical, intelligent, blessed action.

A Glowing Personality … Photo by Thomas Peace c.2025

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The Salesman

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)”We have many featured products,”

said the salesman,

“that you may be interested in.”

“Do you have any,”

said the wise man,

“that can give back to nature what the manufacturing process took away?”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about,”

said the salesman,

as an involuntary, nervous tic evidenced itself spontaneously.

“None of the vacuums that you sell can clean up the mental and smelly environmental rubbish,”

said the wise man,

“that we humans caused and now are in.”

“What does that mean?”

asked the salesman,

as he coughed and wiped a bit of sweat from what was considered ‘his’ forehead.

“It means,” said the wise man,

“that (there is no ‘I’ that is interested in

buying what a ‘you’ allegedly have.”

Priceless … Photo by Thomas Peace c.2025