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eternity is not an “over there”
it’s a “right here” (or nowhere)
wisdom is not merely a memorized quote
it is (beyond words and what all the sages wrote)
going deep joyfully transcends a six line poem
cow pies in sunny pastures bake where bovines roam
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Deep in the foliage.(1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Deep in the foliage.(2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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some minds are open
some minds closed
some are separated from the earth
some have deep roots within
some minds blossoming
some withering away
some sharing bright beauty
others darkly cruel
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African Daisy, opening. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
African Daisy, opening. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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As this is being read, is your posture correct? Correct posture is important, as is correct and orderly thinking.
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Turquoise Severum. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Turquoise Severum. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Listening to the babbling of a beautiful, nature-filled brook… rather than the babbling of stuffy, old politicians…
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Babbling Brook. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Babbling Brook. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Compassion and profound awareness are not two separate things.
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Four Horned Jacob. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Four Horned Jacob. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
(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. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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…
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Local Night Bandit. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Local Night Bandit. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Truth (and the treasure) are not in your wallet… they’re in your heart.
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Probing for needed minerals. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Probing for needed minerals. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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the world is but a flower
unfurling for an hour
and that hour is beautifully and infinitely long
as is the innocence of a little butterfly who can do no wrong
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Cabbage Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Cabbage Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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That sacred intelligence — the all-pervading energy — must affect men in profound ways that are evident to those who intelligently inquire!
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Little Nymph. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Little Nymph. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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? (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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The whole world was a book
that I had read…
Or did it read me?
The whole rainbow was a look
of what eye held red…
Or did red hold me?
The whole time was a while
that I had lived in…
Or was time what was me?
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Lady(bug) in Red. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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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. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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You were
green with envy
and those big, greedy eyes — of course — were
a large part of the reason why.
And those massive, attentive ears of yours,
upon your knees,
were nature’s way of letting you stand up to what you hear
about yourself.
When you passed by that radiant tile
and reflectively peered at yourself,
you vainly realized
that you were
the most beautiful
Katy(that ever)did.
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(Note: Katydids actually do have hearing mechanisms on their front leg — knee — areas; this affords their narrow bodies with wide, stereoscopic hearing. This better, stereoscopic hearing aids greatly in locating prey and in evading predators.)
Beautiful Katy! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Beautiful Katy! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…
When I was a child, they’d say:
Oh, where is Tom?…
And always the answer was…
Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.
Now that I’m rather gray and elderly, they say:
Oh, where is Tom?…
Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.
Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…
😉
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(Note: Many insects see, in addition to other colors, ultraviolet – which we humans can’t see – so the following photo may be like what they actually perceive.)
Nature enthusiasts. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Nature enthusiasts. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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i stuck a stick
into the mud…
a stick in the mud am i.
i cut a paper
into many fragments…
and i fell to pieces.
i stared at the moon
on a dim blue night…
and i became very pale.
i zigged a zag
on the computer screen…
and ziggyzags became my fate.
i smiled at some children
who were frightened and sad…
then i became happy two.
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Small Planet. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Small Planet. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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A mind that is endlessly babbling to itself is immured in its own prison of bad habits. Be silent and attentive!
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Calling for spring. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Calling for spring. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Breathtaking, exotic vacation views are not what is important. Deep understanding and heartfelt compassion are what’s important.
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Clinging. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Clinging. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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It’s not just about living in the “now” or following some absurd method… it’s much deeper than that!
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Wasp in Flower. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Wasp in Flower. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Towering skyscraper
beyond the roots of pain
endlessly growing
touching the heavens
tossing winds again and again
Perfect being
beyond shallow wants or needs
purer than proud
straight among brothers
never feeling hate or greed
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Skyscraper. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Skyscraper. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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On an extremely small, green planet, there was a large animal called “horse” that had four legs…
and not one of the legs felt it was separate from the other legs.
Each leg — of “horse” — walked and galloped in great beauty and harmony with the other legs;
had one or more of the legs felt it(they) was(were) separate from the other legs,
“horse” would kick and buck in disharmony.
Upon this diminutive planet, called “earth,” there were also billions of inhabitants, called “humans,”
and these “humans,” with bipedal legs, mostly thought that they were separate from those
upon other legs. They often fought in vicious wars and kicked others who walked and ran on two legs.
They also hunted and harmed many of those walking on four legs and were also often mindlessly indifferent
about the environment containing all the legs. However, a small few sagaciously and harmoniously realized
that their legs were not at all separate… and that none of the legs were really separate whatsoever.
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(Note: Left click on the art-oriented one to see the detail. Click on arrow to return.)
Eight legs. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Eight legs. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Tonight, go back in time to when you were a young child.
(Revisit that immortal youth that was)
far beyond the jaded, stodgy, leaden views of the overly-busy adults.
Soar again in those floating dreams… then go beyond dreaming to how
you were so very amazed at life’s wonderful, majestic living creatures.
Remember, back then, how you were small
but your perceptions were magical, large, and vast.
Return and youthfully run and fly again through that enchanting world.
Then never grow up.
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Able to fly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Able to fly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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little four legs
ears listening bright
innocent and beautiful
quiet eyes soaking all the light
little four legs
legs standing true
beyond limited fences
wander forever and new
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Beauty exemplified. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Beauty exemplified. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Many shirk responsibility for others and for all of life… because doing nothing is easy. Go beyond dead comfort!
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Yellow Stars. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Penciled Stars. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Time is space and space is time
Mountains take some time to climb
Space is time and time is space
It takes some time to wash your face
Washing in space is movement in time
The soap and the bubbles say they feel fine
The clock’s hands move in a confined, little space
Along with the hands that wash your face
The face of the clock washed away time
As moving hands took away hours of grime
Our hearts keep on ticking at a regular pace
As helping hands smile at our round, cleanly face
The hands of the clock in each stage and each term
Say its time to wake up, to feel, and to learn
The chronology of you is swinging in space
A minute of love is an occasion of grace
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Swinging pendulum in Space. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Swinging pendulum in Space. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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“I think I’m separate from what is seen,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from what I visit,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from what is heard,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from what I want,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from what I dream,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
I think I’m separate from what I think,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from the earth and the animals,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from people and their well being,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“You probably are,”
said the wise man.
“I think I’m separate from whom I rob,”
said the complacent, lazy man.
“Your separate ‘eye’ is probably illusory,”
said the wise man,
as he closed a door
between
himself
and his blind complacency.
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Chives, together as one. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Chives, together as one. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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One man, a complacent, indifferent man,
looked at life as if through a distorted, little peephole;
everything he saw was of limitation;
everything he saw was fragmentary and small.
Another man, a dynamic, caring man,
looked at life as if from a majestic, magical mountain;
everything he saw was from a panoramic, unbroken view;
everything he saw was connected, limitless, and extraordinarily special.
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Top of the World. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Top of the World. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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The crossing of the street
turned
and realized it was
the crossing of the street.
The flowing of the river
churned
and realized it was
the flowing of the river.
The oven being touched
burned
and realized it was
the oven being touched.
The aching of the heart
yearned
and realized it was
the aching of the heart.
The slavery to the job
earned
and realized it was
the slavery to the job.
The words of the poem
learned
and realized they were
the words of poem.
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The stillness of the spider squirmed. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
The stillness of the spider squirmed. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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There was a comedian on television the other night… and she said: “It seems like everyone is online as a philosopher or spiritual adviser these days… telling you to ‘love everything as one,’ or to ‘be at one with nature,’ but then — at the office, at work — they characteristically act nasty, indifferent, and cold.”
There are endless volumes of material being put out on the internet, in books, and other media — by innumerable so-called “experts” — chock full of advice on spirituality, philosophy, meditation, and mindfulness… yet, essentially, only very, very few of the people conveying their endless tips and suggestions have experienced or gone through profound enlightenment whatsoever. Here’s the thing: A lot of blind people think that they’ve seen the light; but this “thinking” is not the actuality. There are a million ways to go wrong — though they may seem fine and dandy (and wonderful) — and many people take others with them through such ways.
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From Stephen Crane: (This poem also occurs within my book.)
A learned man came to me once.
He said: “I know the way. –come.”
And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
Soon, too soon, were we
Where my eyes were useless,
And I knew not the ways of my feet.
I clung to the hand of my friend;
But at last he cried: “I am lost.”
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Beyond smoke. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Beyond smoke. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me not
she is me
she is me not
she is me
she is me not
images of her are me
images of her are me not
images of her are me
images of her are me not
Life wants us to rip up living flowers
Life wants us to rip up living flowers not
Life wants us to rip up living flowers
Life wants us to rip up living flowers not
Blossoming is me
Blossoming is me not
Blossoming is me
Blossoming is me not
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Petals intact. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Petals intact. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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This is what I wrote on Twitter:
Merely recognizing things as you were taught is looking through the implanted programming of others and is not profound perception.
This is what someone replied as a response, after they retweeted what I wrote:
We have to unlearn the old systems that are detrimental to us. Once we become aware, we perceive things differently.
This is how I replied:
This going beyond the old systems is not merely a process of time. If it is, it is merely a subtle extension of the old systems.
(The reason I wrote this is that if we use patterns and strategies to, hopefully, eventually evolve out the the old systems, we are — in effect — merely a continuance of the old systems. Though this may sound rather fanciful, it isn’t. Either it is done instantly, without time being a factor… or it is intrinsically merely an extension of the same, old systems and processes… all of which take — and “are” — time.)
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Mostly Fliers. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Mostly Fliers. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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True integrity is the honesty of perception; not being one thing… and then internally claiming (to yourself) to be something else; and it’s not pretense to others either! A truly mindful, wise being is unrelenting regarding seeing the actions that he or she is (precisely for what they are); in this, there are no lame excuses, cushioning rationalizations, or softening distortions. You are what you are at (and “as”) that moment in time… plain and simple… without all the extraneous deceit.
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A frog not a prince. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
A frog not a prince. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Add a New Post
Read an Old Rhyme
Break a Grecian Urn
Wind up what’s called Time
Glue the Urn together
Repeat the Same Song
Mend a Broken friendship
Stay Impassioned Long
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Short and Sweet… so they say… (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Short and Sweet… so they say… (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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something above the grass
stirs my very heart
butterflies and bees
are Life’s living art
some things in the woods
are my very soul
the animals,the trees,and i
are always very whole
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Of Butterflies and Bees. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Of Butterflies and Bees. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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The animals have so little room left; and we — as a species spoiling this marvelous earth — think that we are far superior! We need to change the way we do things and perceive things!
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Flight number 492. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Flight number 492. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Look beyond the learned patterns; see beyond the limited, learned symbols!
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Together. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Together. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Insensitivity ignores nature, ignores truth, ignores others. Compassion and wisdom loves nature, perceives the truth, and helps others.
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Rarity. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Rarity. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
(This is just satire on the Rule of Thirds — the simplified form of the Golden Ratio — which is all the rage in photography realms; most everyone has used it, including myself; those of you who use it or who have written about it… please do not be offended. Note: Within the poem, switch “parts” with where “countries” occurs… and “country” with where “part” occurs.)
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the rule of thirds
came by
it divi
ded
up
the
sky
it sectioned nature’s flowing traits
with man-made lines
in graphed points of space
the rule of thirds
jumped in
it drank a fifth of gin
it cut up the world
into little
bits
and it
sucked nine squarish
chocolate mints
the rule of thirds
marked its spot
in a
tic tac toe game so hot
everyone wanted
to draw up their lines
and
everyone figured why not
the rule of thirds
squared away
it decreed a superior way
it di
vided (countries)
of the whole for itself
for its superhuman
(part)men’s wealth
precisely properly
today
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The Golden Rule. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
The Golden Rule. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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between past
and future
is another realm
but few ever live there
they are too busy
thinking “as the past”:
about the future
or regarding the past
most think that
the past changes
into the future
but perhaps neither fundamentally changes
they may not change
because each the other ‘s
the only thing that really changes
is the undefinable,infinite now
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Tongue projecting Einstein (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Tongue projecting Einstein (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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The wise mind goes beyond constant symbolic thinking. It does not — therefore — necessarily need to always be recognizing things as it was taught. Constant recognition involves constant thought, mental labeling, categorization, and residual attribute manipulation. Constant recognition is a form of reacting; and reacting is second-hand and is not essentially original.
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Together as one (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Together as one (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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the alcohol brought itself 2 a face
the movement toward the mouth was
slow
and
deliberate at 1st
then unnoticed things(which began
hap
in
ing
contin
you)
‘d
2 be unmanifested
the mouth opened 4 more
4 more
the brain closed
4 less
words mispronounced dayselves
justified 1 more
and sipped
in
2
oblivi
on
a clear
day
you can
see
4ever
the car
brought itself 2 a tree
da alcohol poem
brought itself
2 a close
the end
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Horsetail growing not far from the tree (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Horsetail growing not far from the tree (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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Be very careful: The security of mere belief may be blind detachment from intelligent inquiry and open observation.
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Volkswagen Beetle (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Volkswagen Beetle (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
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