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Beautifully

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One leaf drips 

d

           o

                    w

                              nwardly

as trees molt

                    melt

                               ing

                                         ly

One hate argued

                    accusingly

as statues marbelized 

                    motionlessly

Five thoughts sprung

                    sepa rately

when a spider watched

                    wordlessly

This bliss occurred

                    effortlessly

while friction tapered

                     thankfully

When science acquired

                    argumentatively

two plants burst

                    breathlessly

One whole gleaned

                    gracefully

as truth lived

                    lovingly

Four responses rattled

                    residually

ten beliefs bashed 

                     barbarously

Red kites journeyed 

                    joyfully

and tenderness touched

                    transcendentally

A doctor prescribed

                    passionately

as insights envisaged

                    expansively

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The Spider Watched Wordlessly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Beyond Internal Hypocrisy…

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There is an impeccability in true mindfulness.  Real mindfulness goes beyond hollow and empty ideals and stale mental blueprints.  It occurs when the mind is learning, as self-realization, (honestly) from moment to moment with what is actually taking place (without extraneous fabrications).  Then there are no ideals about “becoming better” in the future.  “Becoming better” in the future, psychologically, is usually a form of fraud, a form of deception.  Society accepts this as being normal… with one saying such things as, “I’m working on being a nicer person.”  Mental obtrusions about the future allow, in the psychological realm, cheating and duplicity to go on (consciously or unconsciously).  The future (psychologically) can be a fantasy.  One can easily fantasize anything, especially to be a better (ideal) person (while, in the present, a different reality continues to take place altogether). 

Hypocrisy, internally, of the mind to itself, is very easy.  To really learn, with integrity, is to fully be aware of what you actually are (in the present) without false pretenses or ideals about the future.  This must go beyond being brutally honest with yourself.  This goes to where fallacious separation and conflict naturally (without man’s fabrications) comes to an end.  This goes to where, when you are jealous (or angry), there is no distance or separation between the jealousy (or anger) and what you are.  Or, when fear takes place, there is no separation between the fear and what you are.  You are the fear.  When you are the fear, in (and “as”) awareness, then learning takes place about it; then it can be enlightening.  If you cover the fear up, deny that it exists, make excuses about it, battle with it from a distance, subjugate it, run from it, escape from it with all kinds of tricks, it will not (in such conflict) help you to understand its nature (which is yourself).   When anger takes place, seeing it with separation, with friction, with measurement from an isolated center, with opposing ideals (which are obtrusions about the future), perpetuates conflict (which anger is a part of).  Be in direct relationship with what the contents of your mind are (without pretense); they are you anyhow.  Then such right relationship opens you to real learning, real flowering.  Integrity is to be fully aware of what you actually are, without excuses, without judgments, without mental projections about possible future improvements.  Real integrity is pure (unsullied) perception and is real relationship.  Real relationship goes beyond conflict, is illuminating, and it transforms without effort, without blueprints.  Compassion, order, and integrity take place when right relationship deeply exists. 

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[Note:   These are Daisy’s Neon Blue Ricefish in one of our aquariums.  They are very peaceful and playful fish.  Their eyes have a florescent blue coloring, but photographs do not show this well.  These were all home-bred by me.  The females carry eggs around attached to their bodies like a clump of grapes.  They are eventually rubbed off onto plants where they dangle from long stringy-like filaments.  They eat their own eggs, but i put green yarn mops in their tank and remove the mops to a separate aquarium away from the parents.  These fish were first discovered on Sulawesi Island in 2007.   The species was discovered in a small stream by the Indonesian invertebrates expert Daisy Wowor, while she was looking for crustaceans, and the species was appropriately named after her: ( Oryzius woworae. )]

Daisy's Neon Blue Ricefish (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Daisy’s Neon Blue Ricefish (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Daisy's Neon Blue Ricefish (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Daisy’s Neon Blue Ricefish (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Beyond Sadness…

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Happiness is

          a stringed balloon

tied to a kite

          that flies so noon

 

Sadness is

          a melancholy frown

that never looks up

          and always looks down

 

Wisdom is

          a tiny winged creature

that sprung from a worm

          without the sermon’s preacher

Tiny 'n Winged (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny ‘n Winged (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny 'n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny ‘n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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One’s Relationship with Nature…

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To have a decent rapport with nature, one must perceive beyond the limited walls of an isolated self.  To really be in harmony with nature, one must (first and foremost) be harmonious psychologically.  A mind of inner dissonance (and lack of harmony) does not perceive holistically; it sees fear as something that it has, not as something that it is not (at all) separate from; it sees nature as being “over there,” not as something that it is not separate from.  A mind of conflict, fear, prejudice, and inner distortion will often — even if it insists otherwise — perceive nature with fragmentation, indifference, and corruption.  Likewise, a mind of conflict, fear, prejudice, and inner distortion will perceive other human beings with fragmentation, indifference, and corruption.  To perceive beyond mere contamination the mind would necessarily have to be pure and unsullied.  Is psychological purity what can be accumulated, by someone, over time?

Profound psychological purity is timeless; it is not the result of accumulation or mere cultivation.   Accumulation and cultivation require time.   To be pure, innocent, and spotless (mentally) does not take time.  Time, psychologically, is a postponement, a delay, and it involves a gradual change, a gradual (possible) improvement.  To perceive other life beings with (and “as”) that innocence does not take time.  To look at others (and at nature) in the same old ways does require time; it is time, as the stored (accumulated past) that merely recognizes separate things, sees with (and “as”) separation, pigeonholes things, and exploits people and nature.  Real passion, real love, real order is timeless and pure… unsullied.  Its spontaneity, its freshness, its aliveness, is instantaneously perceptive without distortion.  That lack of distortion is real love, not the spurious (small, self-oriented) kind.  That lack of distortion is wholeness as non-fragmented perception.  

To climb the high mountain, one cannot move far by carrying a lot of heavy baggage.  Very many depend so heavily on their psychological baggage, such that they fail to perceive the real beauty that is there (that excessive baggage cannot take one to).  

Somehow appealing (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Somehow appealing (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Somehow appealing (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Somehow appealing (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Wise Blossoms Flower Beyond Preserve…

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Here are very many nevers

                    each inexorably not together

There are ever few always

                    flying higher than the tall trees

 

?Why are there so many (shall be)s

                    striving for littlesome (maybe)s

?Why can’t feathers ask us why

                    when does wishing stop to try

 

?When did slow turn to fast

                    where did time change at last

In the deep of round no wonder

                    lightning cracks and speaks as thunder

 

As the toadstools dance and bloom

                    eons pass across your room

Zygotes form when gametes curve

                    wise blossoms flower beyond preserve

The wisdom of flowers (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The wisdom of flowers (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The wisdom of flowers (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

The wisdom of flowers (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

 

 

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Beyond the ego…

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A mind without that false center — without that fictitious, dominating middle point — is (unlike most) highly aware and perceptive.  There is, in such a person, no psychological radius from a center to a periphery.  Most people cling to a fictitious center in one form or another.  There is limited space — in such a mind — between the so-called controller (or center) and what it presumably controls.  If the central controller is (in fact) just an image, which it is, then it is just another one of the thoughts and is not something that is purely genuine or real.  (Do not make the mistake of becoming depressed regarding this; eternity and beauty can still exist for us, without the interference of fallacious centers.)

Oftentimes, when people think, they think in auditory terms which simulate their own (individual) voice (when talking).  This internal (psychological/rather parasitic) voice mimics one’s actual speaking voice.  It (one’s thinking) isn’t an actual voice; it is a copied template… a simulation.  These simulations and their associated images presume (because of what they were taught) that they are being controlled by a legitimate center.  This center, as was suggested, is another one of the manufactured images.  The mind can function much better without the manufactured image of a center or central regulator.  

Real (fundamental) compassion doesn’t often take place when a fictitious center sees others through (and from) a radius of distance and separation.  A man or a woman without such a fictitious center exists beyond such a radius; then real compassion often manifests.  Order of the mind does not exist as long as a fictitious center exists.  Such a so-called center is associated with a false sense of control and dominance.  A false psychological distance is involved with such a mind.  False psychological distance often means that one’s relationship to fears, desires, plants, animals, people, and sensations is of conflict born out of fallacious separation.  Fallacious separation is not of intelligent compassion… is not what will bring about real order and harmony in the world.

[Note:   This little green plant was discovered growing — in the cold, snowy winter weather — within a small, lawn (crystal ball) solar light in our yard!   All of the other outdoor green plants had already died from the bitter cold, but this one was still going strong in its little makeshift greenhouse!  Nature always finds a way!  🙂   ]

Green plant growing in lawn solar light! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Green plant growing in lawn solar light! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Once upon an if

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Once upon an if

                    possibilities happened

among all probabilities

                    entwined in dull securities

 

Twice upon a flower

                    within vase and water

away from fellow meadow bloomers

                    close to drunken baby boomers

 

Thrice upon a never

                    love’s blanket enfolds all

unknownst to feigning pretenders 

                    beyond the cruel offenders

 

Countless upon an always

                    far from cold pugnacity

joyful in sublimity

                    splendid in divinity

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Countless Upon an Always (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Six-Legged Santa! (The Santa of the insect domain lands on our roof!)

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Merry Christmas to all of you two-legged, four-legged, and six-legged friends!  🙂

Santa is real…  real love and giving!   Anyone can be the Santa of others.

[Interesting how Santa, when we were very young, was something to get excited about and cherish.  Then, as we get older, many see Santa as being something rather spurious and unreal.  This has connotations that spill over into spirituality and religion.  Many people do not (really) feel that anything truly mysterious and magical (as a sacred phenomenon) can exist.  Deep inquiry, in this regard, is often considered to be a waste of time by many.   Disbelief can be as blinding as mindless belief; insight goes beyond these.]

Happy Holidays!

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To function only as mere secondary after-effects… what is that?  Most of us always function as responses to stimuli… one response (or set of responses) after another.  Thinking about things involves responses to stimuli.  Recognizing things constitutes responses to stimuli.  These responses are reactions.  They are much like the reaction when the leg jerks after the knee is tapped with a soft mallet.  Most of us are conditioned responses in a cause/effect continuum.  Conditioned responses (as effects), occurring in (and “as”) a sequence, is time.  Thinking is time; thinking and time are not two separate things.

Can consciousness function without merely always being one series of reactions (in sequence) after another?  Can the mind be aware without merely reacting, recognizing, labeling, and without merely seeing from an image of self?  Can a wise mind exist without constantly being a myriad of effects due to a myriad of causes?  To answer these questions adequately, what will one do?  Will one answer them by way of reaction?

Can thought, when it is not needed — and, oftentimes, it is not necessary — not habitually function in (and “as”) the mind?  If it is thought that merely answers the aforementioned question, is the question being intelligently answered?  Does love go beyond mere thought and time?  

 If one’s love is a mere reaction — formulated to get something in return, contrived to get some kind of result for one’s personal self — is it partial and, therefore, not profound and not very substantial at all?  Love exists when the image of self is not.  It takes time and thought to concoct an image of self (with all the associated desires and fears).  Profound love is timeless.

Six-legged Santa! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Six-legged Santa! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Six-legged Santa! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Six-legged Santa! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

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The Limitation of Experience

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Many of us go through existence presupposing things and assuming so many things because of the way we were taught (i.e., because of the way we absorbed patterns from others).  We need to question more.  We need to question things deeply, wisely, and passionately.  There is a real art to questioning.  One can easily fabricate superficial questions that are not of great meaning and depth.  However, asking essential (fundamental) questions concerning the very essence of life and existence…. is not what a lot of people engage in.  Many are caught in a rut, and their lack of significant questions keeps them in that rut.  Often, when such people ask questions, the questions are a mere reflection of the limitation that they exist in (and “as”).  To be trapped in a morass and just remain there — without ever realizing that one is trapped — is a sad thing; such may be the lot of many.

We take for granted that experience and knowledge — which is the accumulation of patterns over sequential time — is the one and only modus operandi that all of us must function in (and “as”) in order to succeed and prosper.  Few of us ever really question as to whether there is an additional alternative.  Many who evolved to realize that there is value in quietness and silence have (for the most part, unfortunatly) made this so-called silence into another form of “experience.”  Along these lines, people (for the most part) practice methodologies — given to them by others — to attain so-called quietness or silence.  However, it may be that any methodology or practice devised to achieve silence — via following procedures — is erroneous, if sequential patterns (no matter what they are) cannot, when practiced, produce what is truly beyond time and sequential paradigms.  It may be that calculated causes and effects cannot produce what is beyond mere “cause and effect.”

Experiencing things often is a good, prudent thing.  The truly wise mind, however, also goes beyond mere experience, doing so without any effort or methodology.  (Engaging in experiencing is largely habitual, and one does not always have to depend upon habits.  Deep intelligence doesn’t always merely remain as habits.)  Experiencing things (in the ordinary way) involves recognition, reaction, labeling, interpretation, categorization, and (often) opinion-making.  Experiencing, for so many, involves the repetitive recognition of patterns via stored (old) memory.  If this takes place (ceaselessly), as it does in so many, then the “old,” the “past,” dictates current consciousness; there can be no renewal nor alive freshness in a mind merely bound to the old past in such a way.  Often, on the other hand, the wise mind newly (i.e., without dependence on the “old”) perceives (without psychological space between an observer and what is seen).  Oftentimes, one can sagaciously look without mere separation, recognition, labeling, and reaction.  Oftentimes, for example, one can joyfully walk where there are beautiful flowers, being fully aware of them just by simply (effortlessly) looking (and deeply seeing their shape and color), but one need not necessarily label them as being beautiful, need not codify them as being flowers, need not see them from a “center” that is separate, nor classify them as being of a certain species.  

The intelligent mind that questions fundamentally and prudently often functions as “experiencing” and “labeling” precisely, accurately, and compassionately; such a mind also often effortlessly goes beyond mere experiencing.  Sequential, fragmentary patterns, for such a mind, fade into the background and there is a wholeness beyond the fabrications of man, beyond mere acquisition, and beyond mere causality.  (This may sound esoteric or exotic, but it is really very simple, involving real integrity.)  There is real bliss when psychological fragmentation and piecemeal acquisition ends; ironically, those stuck only in the sequential patterns of experience remain there to often contend with inevitable monotony and boredom.  One can try to escape the superficial in so many ways, by so many different experiences.  However, one cannot escape the superficial via endlessly more of the superficial.  

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[Note:  The photo is of a Softshell Turtle.  Their shells are soft and rubbery; they are very aquatic; they have pointed heads, are quite flat, and they are very elusive.]

Softshell Turtle. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Softshell Turtle. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Story Time… Koan Time… (2)

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I took Eternity out (on a leash) for a walk today.

Upon reaching a fire hydrant she, of course,

took forever to do her business.

I said, “Why on earth do you take so long to do your business?”

Eternity just looked at me (with her little head tilted at a cute angle),

without replying, with an inordinate stare that seemed to

permanently transcend time and the separateness of space.

Then, for what I thought was a brief moment,

the boundless leash started pulling me, ever so slightly,

and we went on and on.

We, as we went on, passed by a beautiful, enduring damsel

sitting, persistently, upon a non-evanescent ever-green tree.

Please remember that whenever you and Eternity go (or may have gone)

out for a magical walk, perhaps with a leash — wherever or whatever

you move (or had moved) through, no matter how far or short it is,

no matter how many places you visited — your consciousness  hasn’t

really moved anywhere (other than where it always was).

 

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In the Ever-green Tree (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

In the Ever-green Tree (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

In the Ever-green Tree (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

In the Ever-green Tree (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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That Immeasurable Energy…

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There is an indelible energy that is safely beyond the conflict and turmoil of our world and universe.  It is beyond the grasp of corruption.  It exists beyond the time and space that involves competition, strife, friction, separation, and domination.  For it to visit one, one must be of an innocence and emptiness that is not a result of what others have fabricated.  Mere reactions, mere imitation, will never help it to manifest in oneself.  Reactions and any form of imitation are part of the conditioned responses that are components of the cause and effect continuum of sequential time (in limited space).  Its timelessness, its spacelessness is not what can be harnessed and captured by the limited concoctions of man.  Any methodology to “get it,” including any organized religion or plan of philosophy… is likely highly erroneous, as it is beyond sequential methods, systems, and practices.  It is too alive and immense for any dead system or calculated procedure to bring one to it.  

It is not at all likely to come to one who is immersed in corrupt and antiquated psychological frameworks involving separation and conflict.  A supposedly separate ego that (through a screen of concepts) sees itself apart from the whole of nature or mankind is not likely to be visited by it.  A (non-global) mind that clings to man-made, separative countries and religions that (directly and indirectly) divide man against man will not likely be visited by it.  A mind that thoughtlessly pollutes life or that indifferently harms life’s creatures will not likely ever be visited by it.  Although many distorted minds have no real relationship with it, they pray to (images of) what they think — and were taught — it is.  Not having an ego, it (of course) would not ever want to be praised or recognized in terms of devotion.  Additionally, it may be that it does not readily bestow favors to those who pray or ask for benefits… since it may not (at all) be biased to favor intelligent-oriented species (who can ask for favors) as opposed to equally precious species (or individuals) who do not have the intelligence to ask for favors.  Additionally, it would not likely interfere with a cause/effect universe that it is not a part of (nor the cause of).  Too many, always remaining in (and “as”) their conditioning, have no actual relationship with it, yet they anthropomorphize it and project their corrupt attributes onto what they fabricated it as being.

Few are ever visited by it.  Few are open and pure (beyond the desires and methodologies implanted within them by others).  There is no “how” for getting it to visit one.  Indeed, when one is truly wise, stable, joyful, and mindful (without constant measure and mere calculation)… then one does not spend “time” desiring its presence.   Without effort, real awareness goes beyond falsities and delusive boundaries.  Without those boundaries, reactions are not as prevalent (i.e, they lose their shadowy hold on one), superfluous (habitual) thinking ends, experiences are not merely depended upon for consciousness, space between things loses much of its significance, and the infinite is (beautifully) easier to perceive.  

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Bumble Bee on Purple Cone Flower (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Bumble Bee on Purple Cone Flower (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Bumble Bee on Purple Cone Flower (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Bumble Bee on Purple Cone Flower (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Together Poem… or: Is One Really Separate from the Experience?

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The steps to the train they know their name

The sign by the bus creates a big fuss

The gate by the tree bent its left knee

The red light in town gave a huge frown

The bite off the peach spoke each to each

The cat on the floor petted more and more

The letter to the friend had plenty to spend

The tree by the brook gave a sweet kindly look

The snail by the well some flowers did sell

The fossil on the stone held its own cellphone

The fear by the door drowned by the shore

The bouncing ball was a joyful dog at a wall

The fog around the house chased a wild mouse

The slicing of bread would soon go to bed

The white toilet seat had just enough to eat

The smiles on the train did not ever complain

The look at the crow had photographs to show

The creak in the floor opened the front door

The corn in the field depressed brakes to yield

The flowers in the yard toiled very hard

The pen in the hand helped to make the man

The wisdom and the tree had to go and pee

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Trilobite Fossil Cheirurus sp., middle Ordovician age (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

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In the Pursuit of Color

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In the pursuit of color

               levelheaded snapshots happened twice

at the heartflower of everything

               feathered sirens sang their song

 

Simply sweet as nature’s grace

               they nurture beauty and joy

far from apathy and indifference

               implicit order moves along

 

Not overwrought with stilted lies

               but beyond the obtuse pool

lone in the plush prairie preludes

               pristine charm transcends war

 

Here as there is nowhere

               beyond cold space’s creed

just as now always was

               the flower’s passage widens perceive   

The Flower's Passage (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

The Flower’s Passage (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

The Flower's Passage (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

The Flower’s Passage (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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Timelessness Revisited

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I’ve written about timelessness in the past.  Some people, one has noticed, have mistakenly abstracted that “timelessness” to be a static thing… an inert thing.  On the contrary, the beauty of timelessness is not of the lifeless, the dormant, nor the comatose.  Stagnant minds — as so many, unfortunately, are — cannot be in a relationship with it.  It is too dynamic, too alive and energetic to be in direct relationship with the listless, cold, and lackadaisical.

Most of us never question things deeply and intelligently.  Most of us never wonder about whether or not existing in (and “as”) patterns (and experiences, which depend on mere patterns) is the only way in which to go through life.  Our religions, our politics, our everyday mundane routines in life are all based upon patterns and sequential cause and effect paradigms.  Need one just be that?  (If so, is one then merely a series of reactions?  Merely existing as a series of reactions may be what stagnation is… may be what a kind of death is.)  Most never ask about this.  Most never go beyond the limited domain that was handed over to them.  It’s like a fish bowl in the vast ocean… and the fish (within) never (ever) going beyond the confines of the bowl.  That bowl, that we have accepted and remain in so diligently, is limited, is confinement.  That limited bowl, for humans (who evolved from fish, by the way), consists of thought, fragmentary reactions, and conditioning. If you wish, stay there.  

All of the isolated governments, all of the standard, separate religions and traditions of the world keep you there, in what is limited.  Going beyond the limited doesn’t take time.  However, they’ll be more than happy to give you oodles of methodologies (that take time).   

Antennae on the lookout! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Antennae on the lookout! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Antennae on the lookout! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Antennae on the lookout! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Is one really separate from what experiences are?

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Passionate lipstick          Dreary clouds

          Angry vehicles          Bored jail bars

Smiling birthday cakes          Careful tightropes

          Dancing shoes          Hungry enchiladas 

Swearing beer bottles          Patriotic flags

          Sleepy beds          Frightened darkness        

Apprehensive boxing gloves           Giggling lollipops

          Complimentary babies          Relaxed swimming pools

Melancholy psychiatrists           Laughing balloons 

          Lost neighborhoods          Generous donation containers

Indifferent guns          Conversing ketchup bottles

          Impatient intersections          Whistling dogs

Proud properties          Disappointed traffic tickets

          Thirsty deserts          Indoctrinated religions

Upset bronze medals          Disenchanted politicians

          Peeing fire hydrants          Crying coffins

Thankful presents           Listening walls

           Reaching sandals          Talented pianos

Lying used cars          Flying flower blooms

          Inquisitive computer screens           Excited carnival rides

Nearsighted soup directions          Farsighted oak trees

          Insightful questions          Stagnant presumptions

Bee & Bloom (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Bee & Bloom (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Bee & Bloom (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Bee & Bloom (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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Poem That May Not Be About a Rose…

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Within life’s is(this immortal love

                    shouldn’t have been)but joyfully was

beyond barbarism’s wretched hoopla

                    between time’s gobbledygook of because

 

Not shoddy(jaded)mentally faded

                    ifs chattering through imaginable maybes

Not ordinarily common in obdurate rigidity

                    witless whens and wishwashy crazies

 

Not apathetically apart from pristine forever’s nows

                    Not merely immersed in cool November’s leafy falling

though blind gravity pulls the weeping rain down

                    pompous and proud in its feigned bawling

 

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head... (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head… (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head... (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head… (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

 

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It’s not something that can merely be attained…

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If you are truly innocent and perceptive (without motive), the mystery of the universe will come to you (and pursue you)… you won’t have to seek it.  Many others, out of boredom, out of groping for more, come up with methodologies for coming to the sacred.  Unfortunately, their mechanical blueprints, their dead systems, their fallacious fantasies, make an impression on others… and more and more mischief and nonsense ends up getting hammered into others.  

Having a humble, quiet mind is beneficial, as it enables perception to occur without being jaded and tainted by the fabrications of others.  However, unlike what many believe, a quiet mind does not bring about that which is sacred and illimitable.  That illimitability is far too dynamic to merely be brought about by way of silence (or by way of anything else).  A quiet mind is important, but no petty actions, inactions, reactions, methodologies, systems, absurd prayers or incantations, practices, or fabricated schemes can conjure it up.  Yet, it may visit a mind that is orderly, sane, innocent, living, and whole. 

Beware of those who tell you exactly how to find it or who write or talk about their struggle to come upon it.  It may not be a product of any methodology; it may not involve struggle or effort whatsoever.   Order of the mind is not a mere calculated product; it is a living, profound thing.  An orderly, living mind is not the result of some concoction or blueprint.  The result of some dead blueprint or mold is not living.  Any purposeful meditation generated or fashioned intentionally by the mind… is not meditation whatsoever.

Jumping Jack Flash (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Jack Flash (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Jack Flash (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Jumping Jack Flash (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Nothingness… mindfulness…

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Far too many of us are afraid of being nothing.  We do not like to dwell on the subject of death; we are terrified about death.  Of course, this posting does not appertain to trying to end oneself physically; doing so would be extremely foolish, irrational, and very non-harmonious.  Being nothing psychologically, however, is another thing completely.  Being nothing psychologically, at times, throughout the day and night, is prudent and sane.  Most of us, unfortunately, are in fear about being nothing psychologically (because of miseducation, lack of awareness, and dependency on superficial things and deceptive concepts).  

To be empty internally, devoid of effort and devoid of images and patterns of thought and thinking, frightens many people.  The main function of thoughts/thinking is to solve problems.  However, even when there are no problematic occurrences manifesting, most of us go on perpetually thinking anyway.  We are caught in the habit of thinking; we are the habit of thinking.  All thoughts, however, are mere fractional tokens or symbols for things.  As such, they are inherently rather metaphorical and emblematical and thus are rather stiff and bereft of real life… much like mere numbers or road signs.  Yet, because of the way we were miseducated, we cling to them and worship them.  Ironically, most of us cling to these stale (rather unalive) images, and we are afraid of letting them go.  Of course, thoughts are very necessary.  It is great to often use them sensibly and reasonably.  However, as we’ve said many times, they are merely tools.  Everlastingly clinging to stiff and lifeless symbols is not really “alive,” nor is it awake and dynamic in the profound sense.  Even when there are no problems, we fabricate problems.  Some of us will do anything to avoid emptiness and nothingness.  However, clinging to the limited is deceased in itself and is not real living.  (By the way, in physics, the emptiness or nothingness that exists — as empty space — is never merely just stagnant; it is full of fluctuating quantum fields, dark energy, and all kinds of dynamic activity.  The silent, empty mind, too, is tremendously dynamic in its own way.)

Psychological nothingness is not pettiness, is not smallness.  The truly empty mind is beyond the stale patterns concocted by man; that involves great intelligence.  Far too many are caught in (and “as”) those stale patterns (and forever remain there).  Psychological nothingness often goes beyond ordinary experience, because ordinary experience is merely recognition by the known.  The truly empty mind is not, even during the day, merely caught in perceiving through (and “as”) the old screen of accumulated patterns.  That old screen is largely of separation and conflict.  

Mayfly next to its empty exoskeleton. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Mayfly next to its empty exoskeleton. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Mayfly next to its empty exoskeleton.(2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Mayfly next to its empty exoskeleton.(2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Regarding doubt…

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Many religious organizations do not want you to have doubt.  They want you to be firmly fixed in what they furnish.  What they furnish is fixed and they don’t want you to waver from it.  Propagandists do not want you to waver from rigid frameworks.  Many of us were taught not to doubt.  We were instructed, directly or indirectly, to adhere to set patterns without question.  We were taught that that is what keeps us safe and secure.

Doubt — wonderful, dynamic, alive doubt — is not rigid like a dead rock.  It involves a living, enquiring mind that intelligently perceives without merely clinging to the apron-strings of past patterns.  If you are of a wisdom that intelligently doubts, then you might not be safe and might not be properly valued by others (in their set groups and ways); they might despise you or even hate you.  Depth cannot be discovered by clinging to the superficial.  The dry, rigid rocks and shallows might appear to be safe, but they are not where the electric, profound, alive secrets dwell.  Many look at things through what they accepted, which may not really be looking much at all.  When you look only with (and from) what you’ve been taught, you may not be perceiving much at all; it may then be others’ reactions of the past… that is looking… not you.

To a young person, one would say that it is prudent to question things wisely and intelligently.  Don’t, within reason, accept what anyone says is true; find out for yourself.  In that movement to “find out,” the instrument of the mind must be precise, must not be jaded by others, must not be contaminated by others.  Therefore, understanding the instrument and keeping it pristine and uncontaminated may be of the utmost importance.  Only a dynamic, pure instrument perceives without distortion.  Symbols are second-hand and synthesized; they may have little to do with pure observing in the deepest sense.  Most look through (and “as”) the symbols (e.g., words, patterns, and images) that they accepted and absorbed from others.  The symbol is never the actuality; it is a second-hand post-impression.

Crab Spider with Fly in Rose Flower.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Crab Spider with Fly in Rose Flower. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Poem to a wild bird…

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We all cling to something

      You cling to part of an old white birch tree

Some of us cling to corrupt politicians who promise sunny heaven

      while connivingly making shady deals under the table

 

I’d rather cling to a simple old white birch

      and then soar joyfully through the vast wondrous sky

rather than grasp onto what driveling babbling politicians say

      I’d rather fly free into that wordless timeless immensity

Redpoll Finch. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Redpoll Finch. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Passing by treasures…

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Ignorance often doesn’t recognize its own ignorance.  Wisdom often goes unrecognized by those who have little wisdom.   Many even indifferently pass by the beauty of flowers and nature.   Be beyond that!

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Beyond the stigma. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond the stigma. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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That mattered more than anything…

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When I was young, I mustered up all the energy I had to find the truth and the whole.  That’s the only way to be!

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 Plush Pink. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Plush Pink. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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What is profound awareness?

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No one – not anybody – can accurately define what true awareness is… because true awareness is too dynamic to merely be put into words and categorized.

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[Local natural rock-work formation.  (There is, by the way, something man-made in this photo.  Can you see it?)]

Natural beauty!  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Natural beauty! Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

 

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Different

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A mind that is often aware without needing things or thoughts to “be aware of”… is a supremely free, non-dependent, unique, and rather majestic mind.

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[Dragonfly in flight…]

Free and uncluttered.... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Free and uncluttered…. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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No need for crude dreams…

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A mind that does not depend on images throughout the day (to be aware) can sleep without crass and crude dreams occurring whatsoever.

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[Leaf-footed Bug with its footing on a leaf.  In these, the first three antenna segments are red or reddish brown; the forth is contrastingly yellow-orange or nearly white.]

Leaf-footed Bug exploring.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Leaf-footed Bug exploring. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Wake up (with awareness)…

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Wake up (with awareness) in the morning, bright-eyed and bushy tailed!

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[This fly (bright-eyed and bushy tailed) is called an Early Tachinid Fly.  Unlike the undesirable, disease-carrying, common flies, this species hangs around flowers and drinks nectar (as do butterflies).  The Early Tachinid Fly is most often seen in meadows and open woodlands full of wildflowers.]

Bright eyed and bushy tailed.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Compassion is that alive awareness that…

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Compassion is that alive awareness that cares beyond the cadaverous uncaring.

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[This is a small Leafhopper on a cluster of colorful, wild Pigweed seeds.  The Leafhoppers in Illinois are all relatively small.  Leafhoppers have piercing-sucking mouth parts, which enables them to feed on plant sap.  Pigweed is considered a weed and is a nuisance to farmers… but it is edible for humans and is full of nutritious vitamins.]

Down the Up-staircase. (Leafhopper on Pigweed) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Down the Up-staircase. (Leafhopper on Pigweed) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

 

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The gravity of living with awareness and kindheartedness far outweighs the minuscule misery of mindlessness.

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The gravity of living with awareness and kindheartedness far outweighs the minuscule misery of mindlessness.

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[This butterfly is a Red-spotted Purple.  The mature caterpillar of this butterfly resembles a bird dropping; it is cream-colored with dark mottling and a saddlelike patch on the back.  It’s a very defensive and effective way of avoiding predators; look like a pile of crap and your enemies will not even notice you!  Tomorrow morning, I don’t think I’ll comb my hair!  😉 ]

Pride of the river bank!  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Pride of the river bank! Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Awareness and compassion are priceless gifts for a consciousness to be, and with them comes great responsibility!

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.      Awareness and compassion are priceless gifts for a consciousness to be, and with them comes great responsibility!

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Hungry fledglings and a late bloomer... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Hungry fledglings and a late bloomer… photo by Thomas Peace 2014