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Our Internet is Down and Broken… & my Apologies…

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Our internet has been down a few days.  That is why i have not been responding to you guys, interacting, liking your blogs, or responding to your comments (which i apologize for).  They finally got it going again but our rural-area computer wouldn’t work with the new system and so they got it going for us with a very antiquated, dial-up-cretaceous system.  It is so slow that i have to wait a very long time just for one picture to download!  The internet service provider promised me that they would come back with a fast system for us again (but that they would have to order it and didn’t know how long that would take.) 

So, in the meantime, i will not even try to visit other blogs or do much online (unless it temporarily starts working faster, which one doubts will happen).  I schedule my blog postings about a month in advance, so my blog posts will continue to appear.  I will probably not — while this is super-slow internet is happening — continue to try to schedule many posts in advance, though i may continue with the mindfulness-philosophical prose stuff on Sundays, as i feel a responsibility to keep the significance of that going.   (If i do, i will probably use images already used and existing in my WordPress media file, since it would be near impossible to upload at this point.)  Hopefully, things will get back to technologically normal soon, and all of this will be just a bad memory!  🙂   Thanks much, all of you!   🙂  

 

 

Mushrooming Love (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Same-sex Marriage Legislation Haiku

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Same-sex marriage laws.
Nothing like old, moldy raisins deciding
how the young grapes should grow.

 

 

Moldy, Old Politicians… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Bridge to a Better Future

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Physically, there may be a bridge to a better future.  One can eat more healthfully, exercise more, and do things to improve the environment, including building wonderful bridges.  Internally (i.e., psychologically), is there really a bridge, and who is going to cross that bridge?   Is the bridge different from what one is?  

Is the “experiencer” really something separate from the experience?  If there were no experiences, what would the “experiencer” be?  So many of us, like infantile children, want more and more pleasurable experiences.   Can there be moments when a sagacious mind exists without merely depending upon experience after experience? 

If anger takes place, can it be looked non-fragmentarily — without manufacturing separate ideals — so as to be fully aware of it (without separative space and time)?  Can there be moments when the mind (without excuses) fully sees what it is directly and with full awareness, without concocting notions of something different (that requires space and time to achieve)?  If cruelty exists, and ideals manifest of “someday not being cruel,” is the non-cruelty an actuality or is it a mere abstraction (or escape) that depends upon fabricated psychological time?… and may it be that fabricated time (with its space) fails to see cruelty instantly and fully for what it really is?  Is the thinker really something separate from thought, or are they one and the same?  Is psychological time often an escape depending upon fragmentation, fabricated space, a mentally fabricated separate “I”… and, also, a postponement?  

These questions are here for you to ask yourself; they do not exist for you to reply here with any answers.

 

from Emily Dickinson:

 

There are two Mays
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will!

 

 

 

Ebony Jewelwing… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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SubWay Diploma Haiku

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[While at the local Subway, getting a vegetarian sub the other day, i noticed a framed “Subway Diploma” hanging on the wall where the employees were working; the following Haiku was inspired by that Diploma certificate.]

 

I worked so very hard
to get a diploma from Subway
but I just couldn’t cut the mustard

 

 

Insects on Wild Celery… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Story of Lo Zu and The Young Man

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An inquisitive young man, along with some of his friends, went to Lo Zu, and said,

“Every time that I look east, the birds fly east, and every time that I look west, the birds fly west;

every time that I look up the birds fly up,

and every time that I look down, the birds fly down.  What does this mean?”

After a very long period of silence, Lo Zu, the great sage, finally answered,

“One must keep one’s mouth shut when inquiring within.”

 


They finally hatched!    🙂

Mourning Dove Fledglings… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mushroom Protection — Haiku

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Let me shelter you
from the rain, from all the pain,
for all are brothers.

 

 

Mushroom Feelings… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Turning it’s back on Mother Earth… Haiku

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[from Albert Einstein (1879-1955; physicist and Nobel Laureate):   “The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.”]     Write to your congressmen, vote wisely (instead of what you inherited), and demand change.

 

This Haiku doesn’t need a canto
because it’s just too damn small.
The U.S. is destroying the Environmental Protection Agency.

 

 

Tiny Things… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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That Original Source

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That original source, if it is to be discovered at all, must be seen firsthand (and directly).  Seeing it through the second-hand scraps of another — including me — is never seeing it at all.  The mind must be free of the contamination of others — the second-hand rubbish of others — for that seeing to take place.  That seeing — of that wholeness — may have nothing to do with visual perception whatsoever.  (Don’t be foolish enough and greedy enough to think that closing your eyes and sitting with crossed, pretzel-like legs will get you there!)  Regarding this, the mind must be free of all the hand-me-down knowledge and systems of others and be of a sweet, pristine, innocent purity.  However, even that is not enough, for the human mind cannot ever be totally spotless and original, and if that miraculous immeasurability ever occurs, it is not ever because one made it occur.  It is much too immense, intrinsically intelligent, and freely mysterious, to merely be a shoddy effect from some paltry human cause.  It is (though words are never the actual thing) an ineffable, sacred whole beyond mere causality.  So many charlatans write in books and blogs and talk in temples about what they “think” it is.  Additionally, many claim that it does not exist.  Beware of all others and find out for yourself.  Inquire with profound passion and never allow that passion to be quenched by mediocrity.  

 

 

 

Fungus on Forest Floor… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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Further Beyond Spider Prejudice — Haiku

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Eye see you still there
focusing on your sweet friend
with “I”s to no end

 

 

[Note:    Look at all the eyes along her cephalothorax!]

Fishing Spider… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Beauty of Timeless Psychological Negation

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[Note:   Most people are afraid to die psychologically, so they are never really living.]

 

 

 

no method
no practice
no effort
no goal
no system
no beliefs
no process
no analysis
no past
no future
no present
no nation
no religion
no ideology
no “shoulds”
no wants
no opinion
no fear
no escapes
no thoughts
no me
no authority
no time
no tomorrow
no yesterday
no separation
no excuses
no them
no being
no becoming
no controller
no labeling
no indifference

 

 

Skipper Investigating… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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Haiku of Death

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at my “final ending”
don’t waste a lot of tears
at what is just another beginning

 

Red Admiral Butterfly Metamorphosed… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Beddy-bye Haiku

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Wisdom will go to sleep
while understanding the whole.
Scientists will not.

 

Ant on Tree Blossoms… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Our Nest Haiku

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a different kind of bird
a different kind of nest
too many hate you but i don’t

 

 

Wasp with Nest Eggs… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Sensibility

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Sensibility implies the capacity to feel.  Most of us can react according to the ways in which we were miseducated to react; not as many of us, unfortunately, really (fully, independently) feel.  Deep feeling usually does not take place when the mind is imprisoned in limited labels, categorizations, systems, and robotic practices.  The aforementioned patterns tend to dull the mind, rendering it more programmed and less likely to feel.  Psychological borders, such as those that take place between the observer and the observed, also tend to render dullness in the mind, making it far less likely for things like profound empathy to take place.

A truly intelligent mind that is beyond superficial borders, childish beliefs, and “learned patterns of separation,” may be capable of profound feeling (which is far beyond crass indifference).

 

 

Sweet Dreams… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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A Listening Happened Just Today

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A listening happened just today
     beyond the “shoulds” and frowns
 It curtsied and then ran away
     without the verbs and nouns

Then seeing came running past
     as lightning with the rain
All this will always ever die
     like laughter after pain

Then fragile touched a feeling thing
     as springtime slipped away
All this will always never die
     Whitman’s wink here to stay

 

 

Bumblebee Time… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Perfect Haiku… (Elephants wouldn’t have fit)…

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Oops, I tore my pants!
For syllabic perfection,
legs are swarmed by ants.

 

 

Ants getting ready to invade the legs of Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Count von Count

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Why should Haiku involve
the counting of syllables?
This isn’t Sesame Street!

 

Face to face with a Red Admiral… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Way Flowers Were Meant to Vaselessly Be Haiku

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Not decapitated
Not put in a coffin-like vase
to beautify hell

 

 

Midges with Tulip growing Outdoors… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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A totally different dimension of mind…

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A totally different dimension of mind can take place.  What nearly all people take to be reality is a far cry from what truly exists (beyond delusion).  Most are walking around oblivious to what is really possible.  They have accepted secondhand images, secondhand patterns, secondhand symbols, dissected labels, measurements, and cold statistics to be their reality; such reality is akin to taking shadows to be concrete substances, toys to be living things, silly iPhones messages to be substantive.  Even our images of self are essentially secondhand patterns that we have assimilated and absorbed.  Then, these images of self are involved with images of another (a spouse, for instance); one set of images is involved with what are considered images of another.  A (relationship between secondhand images of self and — then, also, down the road of psychological time — secondhand images of another) may largely be based on learned, sequential patterns (of recognition and categorization); such a programmed arrangement (based merely on absorbed patterns/symbols/images) may not be much of a relationship at all.  It is a relationship of secondhand patterns.  What kind of relationship is that?

Life is tremendously much more profound and deep than what learned symbolism, categorization, and information processing are involved with.  If you just stick to those three, that the previous sentence mentions, what you are is likely normal… but you certainly may not be what goes beyond the superficial.  People all throughout life are all too willing to tell you how to think, what to do, how to live.  So many, blogs included, want to give you spiritual templates, philosophical instructions.  There are infinite “expert non-experts” out there; just today, one saw a blog wherein the author stated that to fix our life problems, we have to find the right templates, the right instructions.  It may be, however, that real life is much too vast, flowing, multidimensional, and alive for any set of cooked-up “shoulds,” instructions, blueprints, or stale templates.   

You won’t be getting any die-hard templates from me.  It may be that the timelessness of real wisdom exists only when self-concocted effort and struggle cease (psychologically).  Such ceasing involves an ending that doesn’t take time, that doesn’t rely on blueprints, instructions, or processes.  Most, however, are frightened about psychologically coming to an end (i.e., about psychological dying); most continue to cling to potty little images of self.  Therein lies sorrow; the irony is that, without psychologically ending, their sorrow will never really end.   Many of us merely depend upon (and exist “as”) patterns and symbols.  Be certain here that we are not at all suggesting ending physically; physical existence is an opportunity and a privilege that can involve keen (unspoiled) awareness and dynamic flowering.  Physical death is not for me (except for the wonderful fossils that i collect).  Psychological dying, however, is a whole other ballgame.  The psychological dying to stale, secondhand, dead symbols and images is real living.

 

from E.E.Cummings:

 

dying is fine)but Death

?o
baby
i

wouldn’t like

Death if Death
were
good:for

when(instead of stopping to think)you

begin to feel of it,dying
’s miraculous
why?be

cause dying is

perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but

Death

is strictly
scientific
& artificial &

evil & legal)

we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death

 

Wasp reflecting deeply… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Sweet Dove Eggs Haiku

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Sweet Mourning Dove seeds
planted and ready to grow
Afternoon is hopeful

 

 

Mourning Dove Eggs… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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When this photo took itself

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When this photo took itself,
blossoms danced with joy,
pasts, presents, and futures
soundly did not employ

With this movement’s perceiving,
nature was at home,
politicians, priests didn’t matter,
Beauty was alone

 

 

Forest Floor Flowers… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Agony of De-feet Haiku

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I need many shoes
for all of these soar old feet.
Off to the shoe store! 

 

 

Millipede friend in our garage… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Insights or Non- (Chapter 2)

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Intelligently go beyond what everyone has ever taught you about anything.  Reality is totally different from what society has thought it to be.

Much secondhand thought — and all thought is residual and secondhand — is an impediment to receiving direct insight, direct perception.

The caring, intelligent mind recycles and helps to keep our oceans more free of polluting plastics and unnatural debris.  The other kind of mind just doesn’t care.

True joy is walking through the woods, silently listening and effortlessly watching  — without separation — the creatures of nature. 

Forget beliefs!   Find out!

A closed mind, like a closed flower bud, isn’t there yet.

In compassion, there is no separate “you” and “I.”

Little birds who don’t joyfully tweet at the morning return of the rising sun… we call atheists.

Action and understanding are sometimes beautifully, wholly, one and the same thing; mere reaction, darkly, is not usually what involves deep understanding.

 

[Note:  Photograph is of tiny Spring Beauty Wildflowers (Claytonia virginica) in a wooded area.  Each flower is about 8 mm. (1/3″) across when it is fully open, consisting of 5 petals, 2 green sepals, 5 stamens with pink anthers, and a pistil.  The petals are white with fine pink stripes; these stripes vary from pale pink to bright pink.]

 

Spring Beauty Wildflower (Claytonia virginica)… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Scales on a Deceased Moth’s Wing Haiku

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Flying meant a lot
in the open air so free
Soaring meant a lot

 

 

 

Scales on a Moth Wing… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Cup Mushroom Encounter

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like a little there was here
far beyond time and fear
in a little cup up-spill
as all reactions went nil

then a little here is there
like a holding of the purest air
why a lot of hate and crime
need a lot more love and rhyme

 

 

Cup Mushroom in the middle of the woods… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Hidden Profundity Uncurling Haiku… (or the Perceiver is the Perceived)

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“How could so few words
have any profound meaning?”
the Haiku poem reads.

 

 

Uncurling Fern… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Critters Pictures Haiku

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People don’t realize that I
take all my photos without a camera.
Photographic memory, you see.

 

 

[Note:  This is a shot of an Ivory Mystery Snail and some Painted Fire Red Shrimp in one of my aquariums.  I breed both the snails and the shrimp.  It is so cool about how the snails and shrimp get along with each other so well!  The snails often rise up to expose more of their bodies to the shrimp… in order to get groomed and get little parasites or debris taken off by the shrimp.  I’ll have to get a shot of that sometime! ]

Ivory Mystery Snail and Painted Fire Red Shrimp… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Fear, Understanding, and Compassion

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If psychological fear occurs and one tries to avoid that fear by indulging in all kinds of escapes, then the fear is never understood.  If one tries to suppress or subjugate the fear, then the fear is never fully understood… one is too busy being in conflict with it.   If fear arises and one has ideals about oneself being fearless, then those mental ideations prevent one from actually seeing the fear completely (because ideals and learned principles are getting in the way).  So, when fear arises, merely labeling it as something negative, or merely judging it in a “thumbs down” kind of way, clouds the full perception of the fear with secondary, learned reactions concerning it or against it.  Fear can only be profoundly understood when it is seen without extraneous factors, without learned reactions “about it.”  

Additionally, if the fear is merely seen fragmentarily, from a (learned) mental distance, then it will not be fully dealt with without friction and conflict.  Fear may not at all be what you have; fear (when it occurs) is what one actually is.  When there is no crass distance between the fear and some accepted, supposed center, then (and only then) can there be understanding without friction, without conflict; that understanding can be whole and of great intelligence.   The perceiver is not, psychologically, separate from the perceived.   So, the next time fear,  jealousy,  greed, or indifference show up in (and “as”) consciousness, can they be observed without prejudice, without merely labeling them, without denying them, without merely categorizing them with additional reactions (positive or negative), including reactions involving a separative space between the perceiver and that which is perceived?  Only then can deep learning and understanding take place.

You can’t understand something fully if you have no true relationship with it.  A relationship based on shadow-like ideals, concocted distance, and a learned and admired (though false) center, is really no relationship at all.  True and lasting compassion can only take place when real relationship exists. 

 

[Note:  The following two photos are of early spring beginnings of mushrooms.  The lower photo is of the mycelium which is, by and far, the main body of the mushroom (which grows underground).  The mushrooms we see above ground are merely the small, fruiting parts of the organism.  Mycelium — much like a neural network — in some mushrooms can spread for miles and connect with tree roots and other plants, trading nutrients and communication signals with them.  (See the movie Avatar.)  My theory is that primitive lichen, as a combination of molds and algae working symbiotically with each other… may have later evolved over time into these seemingly separate (but very connected) mushrooms-trees-and-plants.  The diminutive Lemon Drop Fungi (Bisporella citrina) are fruiting body parts of the mushroom; the Mycelium pictured are from these Lemon Drops.  The Lemon Drops are very small, each being only 1mm to 2mm in diameter.  Refer to the following blog for further interesting information on Mushrooms:  http://www.jingagustin.com/TheMushroomProject/mushroom-anatomy/ ]

 

Mushroom Primordia Caps… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

Mushroom Mycelium… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Wrinkles in Time Haiku

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If you count those dots
upon my back, like gray wood,
your old head will crack.

 

Six-Spotted Tiger Beetle… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Poem of the Turning of the Key

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Once, I was the key and the turning of the key
Once, I was the lock and the unlocking of the lock
Once, I was the door and the opening of the door
Once, I was the light and the seeing of the light

             However, when the light was really seen,
             when the door was really opened,
             when the lock was really unlocked,
             when the key was really found:

There was no “I,” just the turning of the key
There was no “I,” just the unlocking of the lock
No “I” was there, just the opening of the door
No petty “I” was there, just seeing and infinite illumination

 

 

[Note:  This is another close-up of some Lichen on a small Oak branch.  I continue to suspect that the close symbiotic relationship between primitive algae and primitive fungus… such as in Lichen, tended to continue — because of its very advantageous aspects — throughout evolution with the higher evolved trees and mushrooms.  That is why, today, we are discovering that mushrooms and trees (and many other plants) share communication and nutrients with each other underground (even over vast distances).]

Lichen on small Oak branch… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Lichen Lava Haiku

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Lava Flow of Life
beyond growth’s shadow
and time’s ending

 

 

Lava Flow of Lichen… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Profundity of Haiku

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The seriousness
of zen-like Haiku: Profound!
Beetle Juice tastes great!

 

 

Beetle Juice main ingredient… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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Love…Beyond measurement

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The mind, for many, is incessantly measuring things, comparing, acquiring, accumulating and labeling.  Can the mind, without a continuing effort — which isn’t laziness — simply perceive without all those things habitually going on mentally?  Measuring and labeling have their place but there is also a time when they are not necessary and, if still used, are merely habitual and robotic in essence.  Total separation, between the “perceiver” and “that which is perceived,” demands measurement, requires a type of psychological wall and resistance.   Resistance occurs as an opposing force.  If you separate yourself from all other life forms, that is a form of resistance, a manifestation of conflict.   Indifference and conflict go hand in hand; there is so much of it in the world these days.

Perceiving without separation is not what most people are involved with.  Perceiving with (and “as”) the standard norms (that were taught), because of the conflict, because of the resistance, because of the robotic repetitiveness of it all, leads to depression and psychological suffering; then many turn to drugs or alcohol as an escape (which really is no escape at all).  There is an order that goes beyond all this.  Mere measurement does not take one to that order.  It is not within the realm of accumulating or acquiring, (yet so many are willing to pay money for instructions or systems to get there).  

Its beauty includes its being beyond mere accumulation and “getting.”  You can’t obtain what is beyond mundane getting, having, and measuring.  Real love is not merely a product of accumulation; however, if one is very fortunate, non-fragmented, and serious, it is there (beyond measure).  If one merely remains within the mental realm of getting, having, and measuring, one will stay miserable and secondhand (though one may erroneously think that one is doing marvelously).  Deep awareness and profound psychological transformation are not a matter of time.  Measuring and accumulation take time.

 

[A variety of crust fungus, Milk White Toothed Polypore (Irpex lacteus) seems to have “teeth” that, in actually, are tubes or pores in the spore-bearing surface which break apart with age and become tooth-like.  This is a very small fungus; it was on a small, dead tree branch; the pictured portion was around one centimeter long.]

 

Milk White Toothed Polypore Fungus… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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That Eternal Visitor

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It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
             beyond the moonlit glow
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
             beyond the realm of know
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
             such bliss energy and love
It came when we were not existing separately
             that eternal immeasurability from above

 

 

 

Budding Beginnings… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

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The Root of Fear Haiku

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The shadow of fear
seen as really what is me.
A glimmer of hope!

 

Tiny Wildflower in Woods… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Fear of Spiders Haiku

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A needless disease
is arachnophobia!
Get well soon, please!

 

 

Jumping Spider Time!… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Garden Helpers Haiku

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Gardening is easy.
It’s pollinating that’s hard.
It’s not just the bees!  

 

[Note:  After photographing this Ladybug, one noticed that, while covered in pollen, she was frantically intent on getting on to the next, adjacent flower.  There aren’t many of their aphid insect prey targets around in early spring; eating pollen and helping pollen producers is a wise alternative.]

 

 

Beetle Pollination… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Insights or Non- (Chapter 1)

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Most people are heavily conditioned by all kinds of absurd beliefs that divide them and that cause havoc in the world, especially beliefs involving nationalism, religion, politics, (and even science).  To question all beliefs, and to intelligently go beyond them, may be true wisdom.

First thing in the warm spring mornings, many birds sprightly sing to the joy of the new day, to the returning sun, and to the exhilaration of sharing! 

If many folks had Pinocchio noses, their heads would be perpetually tilted by the weight of their answers.

If you exercise the mind but not the body you are cheating a very significant and important part of what you are.

True divinity does not usually interfere with the natural laws of the cosmos… and that noninterference is, in a very real way, an expression of deep compassion.

On their way to the endearing burning candle of society’s tradition, people who look at the contrast between moths and themselves need not ignore the contrast within the moths themselves.

Divinity — though it happens very rarely in the very insane world of man — may enter and visit a very innocent mind… not ever the other way around.

Unfortunately, one doesn’t need to have “right education,” wisdom, halfway decent genetics, or even compassion, to be a parent.

Normality is a common type of insanity.

The truly intelligent human being is a blessing, not a malediction, in the lives of others and regarding the health of Mother Earth.

 

 

 

Desmia subdivisalis moth… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Once we looked at the tiniest little thing

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Once we looked at the tiniest little thing
it looked up with caring innocent eyes
its heart was bigger than what all words mean

Once perception was more than me
looking was deeper than distance and time
living was beyond becoming or be

 

 

Wildflowers with Beetles, deep in the woods … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Emerging Spring Haiku

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Its sweetness unfurling,
Spring beats the flags of nations.
No mindless borders.  

 

 

New Spring Emerging… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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First Photographed Butterfly of Spring Haiku

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First Spring Butterfly
wants to play hide and seek.
Alright then!  I’m in!

 

 

First Encounter… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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ReBlog: of Francis’ poetry. I too dislike politics. This goes far beyond politics. People who turn their back on the environment are not going to hell; rather, they are a very unfortunate manifestation of hell.

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I find that I as time goes by grow weary of politics and all of the dirty tricks that the man in charge who by and large likes to pull because he is a fool a wealthy man in this land a one percenter a climate change hater whose only goal to get others to […]

via Politics — Life and Day to Day things by a Pond Lover

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Sun-baked 1st of May Haiku

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“We need rain today!”
“It’s what the Mayapples say,”
cries the 1st of May.

 

 

Mayapple Plant on Forest Floor… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Observing

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When most people are observing an animal, they are really not (usually) seeing purely without contamination.  They usually are looking with (and “as”) images and labels of the organism… images and labels that are constantly being modified, changed, added to, and rearranged.  Their seeing is not pure seeing per se but is more a part of a process of categorization, image-recognition, and processing.

When most people observe, there is a separative space between the perceiver and the perceived.   In a very wise mind, however, in pure observing, there is no separate perceiver merely categorizing, merely engaging in image-recognition, and processing… and there is no separative space involved.  Perception beyond learned accumulation does not merely continue to contribute to a learned accumulative process.  Deep perception, then, is not merely reacting but, instead, is something entirely different.  Profound perception is far deeper than mere superficial reacting.  Real perception involves completeness, non-fragmentation, and timelessness.   That may be what real mindfulness, real meditation consists of… and not all of that childish, practiced, self-hypnotic stuff.

Perception immersed only with (and “as”) reaction and accumulation is incapable of great depth and profundity.  Perception beyond mere reactions and accumulative processes is immense and profound.   Looking as a totally separate “perceiver” isolates and separates in a very crude and barbaric way.   A man who, as a separate perceiver, is looking at “his fear” tends to see that fear from a separative distance, even though, in reality, he actually is the fear (not something separate from it at any distance whatsoever).  Ignorance must end for true psychological order to exist.  Only true psychological order can really be mindful in the deepest sense.  Unintelligence, false (learned) separation, and a lack of compassion are all one pitiful thing.

 

 

Observing Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Sweet Little Things Curled Inside the Big Things

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Sweet little things curled inside the big things
           Sweet love there between all that hate
           Poor rich things craving even more things
           Overeating many things can’t hold their weight

Wonderful lives beyond thought’s old archives
           Lots of breathing without dead cement 
           Lichens dancing, spiders basking
           Mind with nature beyond malcontent

Wiggly wormies, squiggly squirmies
           Magic mysteries, love all and each
           Wandering moments, joyous laughing
           Holding hands though they say we’re out of reach

 

 

 

Lichens Dancing … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

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What Makes the Muskrat Guard His Musk?

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What makes a King out of a slave?
Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave?
Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk, in the misty mist or the dusky dusk?
What makes the muskrat guard his musk?
Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder?
Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder?
Courage! What makes the Hottentot so hot? What puts the “ape” in apricot?
What have they got that I ain’t got?
(All Four):
Courage!
(Lion):
Then you can say that again!         — Words from the timeless (and indubitably immortal) Wizard of Oz

 

Muskrat carrying leaves to his underwater den…(Photo taken last spring) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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One Little Raindrop Haiku

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One little raindrop
on wildflower youandme
alltogetherwe

 


 

 

[Early Spring Wildflower deep in the woods… with one sole, little raindrop.]

Early Spring Wildflower Deep in the Woods… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

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Psychological Order and the fictitious “Center of Control”…

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Sorry to be harping on this but it is a serious thing that needs attention, despite all the avoidance that miseducated people have regarding it.  As was mentioned in previous postings, when one was very young, one had a Raggedy Ann type of doll whom one carried around as a great, first-rate pal.  Then, one day, one came to the realization that the charming, smiling doll was not a real, living friend; it was fabric, stuffing, and such.  It was quite a shock at first but then one got over it very quickly (finding other interests and discovering nature).  Later in life, perception concerning the ego, or “me,” was much the same thing.  Let us say, metaphorically, that a man carries a stick around (never letting it go and even sleeping with it) day after day, month after month, year after year — just as others taught him to do — all the while believing that it was his central self, or “I,” or “me.”  Stick would feel that everything decided upon and done by thinking was what emanated (or originated) from “stick.”  Stick would be thought of to be the core essence of what one was and any suggestion to “let go” of “stick” would be construed of as utter nonsense.  Letting go of what seems to be the core of one’s essence (and means of control) would seem ludicrous and unimaginable.

The human organism can function beautifully with great harmony, insight, bliss, eternity, and order without clinging to the taught concept of an isolated/controlling “me” or “I.”  Most everyone in society, now, has a concrete ego, isolated self, a “me” that they ardently cling to, just as has been done eons ago by our primitive ancestors.  Actually look at society as it is now — with all of these “me”s and egos — with all of its chaos, wars, crimes, dishonesty, and pollution.  We must change.  We must grow beyond this nonsense.   In previous posts, one wrote about the brain as being like two halves of a walnut… and about how certain surgeries splitting these two halves — by severing the corpus callosum — left each half not knowing what the other half was thinking.  So, in actuality, two fields of consciousness were produced from one field, via advanced surgery (in living human subjects).  Times and evidence have changed; yet so many of us continue to cling to the erroneous (primitive) notion of a central “I,” a central “me” or controller.  For a very long time now, one — when thinking, instead of using the term “I,” — has been using the words of “this movement.”  Of course, for the most part in this primitive culture, one doesn’t verbally say “this movement,” instead of “I,” when actually talking to people.

“I”, “me,” and the notion of a “central controller” are all products of thought (fabrications of thought) either learned or inherited by our culture over millions of years.  “Me” depends upon (and is) a product of thought.  Clinging to that is like perpetually clinging to a little stick, fabric doll, or shadow.  Going beyond that is wisdom that does not preclude joy, bliss, insight involved with the eternal, and harmony.  On the contrary, obstinately clinging to that creates guaranteed disharmony, sorrow, and separation.  Ignorance is:  Me separate from man or so-called others.  Me separate from the environment.  Me separate from “my fears.”  Me separate from “my desires.”  Me separate from “my thoughts.”  “My religion, my country” separate from others.  (It is all so immature and involves separation that feeds conflict, friction, and endless turmoil.)  

People will read this — or will not care to read it — and go on in their standard, ordinary ways.  Even those who claim to be employing sophisticated forms of zen or meditative techniques are additionally subtly entrapped via endlessly clinging to the “me” or “central controller” in many surreptitious ways.  The brain engages in all kinds of subtle or unconscious tricks to maintain the existence of a supposed central controller who is domineering (even though no such center really exists).  One has seen this, time and time again, in many so-called “wise” others… (who have really not changed fundamentally whatsoever).  Going beyond this doesn’t demand sophisticated methods, stratagems, or meditative techniques that take time.  This demands facing something that people absolutely do not want to face; additionally, it demands going into and beyond the root of conditioning.  Most don’t really want to be bothered.  However, actual order can only come about when real seriousness exists, beyond mere fabrications.   The stick is dead; it is not part of the living tree; it is not the whole.  The whole is living and is not what symbolic thought is capable of.  An immoral, violent, primitive society has given you a stick to depend upon.  Are you still endlessly carrying it around?  Are you still relying on it, depending on it?  (Actually, it is a virtual image, a symbol that we have taken to be something real — which is even less than a dead stick — but we won’t elaborate any longer at this point.)  Profound compassion is, on the other hand, real and living; profound compassion goes far beyond mere symbols, images, and borders.

 

 

Ringo Starr… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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See what we mean in Spring…

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I’ve hunted with camera in many a spring rain
Seen oodles of pleasure in life… and rivers of pain
Focused on creatures… including the very small
Lived with plants and animals, loving them all

This movement liked to shoot diminutive creatures really up-close
And smiled when a spider’s lens did perfectly expose
Realized that nothing fully conveys life via a digital screen
Words are mere symbolic shadows, if you see what i mean

 

 

Ant on remnant Oak leaf… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Territorial Dispute Haiku

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Not enough room here
on this leaf for both of us.
Guess you have to leave!

 

 

Crane Fly… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018