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When we think that the “perceiver” is truly separate from “the perceived”…

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“And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”
— T.S. Eliot

Excerpt from my book, which includes, just as it does within the book, another one of the many poems, by famous poets (who are deceased), that seem to help corroborate what i write about:

 

   When we think that we are different and separate from our environment, we are wrong.  When we think that we are better than those around us, we are wrong.  When we think that we are special and that the others are not so special, we are wrong.  When we think that we are not so special, as the lucky ones are, we are wrong.  When we think that our skin is of the “better color,” we are wrong.  When we think that our country or religious organization is better, we are wrong.  When we think that fear is separate from what thought/thinking is, we are wrong.  When we think that cruel greed and indifferent selfishness can “get away with it” and exist in deep happiness, we are wrong.  When we think that the left arm that harms the right arm can truly be triumphant, we are wrong.  When we laugh at the dog that chases its own tail, yet (we) endlessly seek pleasure from one amusement after another, we are wrong.  When we think that silence, vast space, and quietness are merely barren voids of lifelessness, we are wrong.  When we think that life, sunlight, gravity, and space are all mere coincidences that will never happen again, we are wrong.  When we think that the big can exist without the little, we are wrong.  When we think that left can exist without right, we are wrong.  When we think that the sailor is not the sails, we are wrong.  When we think that the mountain-climber is not the mountain that he conquers, we are wrong.  When we think that the figure skater is not very slick, we are wrong.  When we think that the magician is not an illusion, we are wrong.  When we think that the “perceiver” is truly separate from “the perceived,” we are wrong.

 

from Walt Whitman:

 

     When the script preaches instead of the preacher,
     When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver
that carved the supporting desk,
     When I can touch the body of books by night or by day,
and when they touch my body back again,
     When a university course convinces like a slumbering
woman and child convince,
     When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-
watchman’s daughter,
     When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my
friendly companions,
     I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them
as I do of men and women like you.

Clearly beautiful. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Clearly beautiful. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Beyond a Broken Mind…

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“And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”  — T.S. Eliot

Excerpt from my book, which includes, just as it does within the book, another one of the many poems, by famous poets (who are deceased), that seem to help corroborate what i write about:

   The “I” that says it sees the “trees” is a manmade, fabricated symbol that is unnecessary; it can be referred to if it represents the whole; however, if reference to it involves positing that the perceiver is something separate from the perceived, then miscalculation and error have taken place.  The patterns that one perceives are the patterns that one is; such patterns compose and constitute consciousness.  Without such patterns, ordinary consciousness is not possible.  If one is supremely intelligent, one can be a mind that does not merely depend on patterns, at all times, in order to healthily function.  Such a mind can function as an immense, quiet stillness that is beyond the mechanizations of patterns and attributes; but even this goes only so far and, to remain healthy, the mind must often look at trees, rivers, and other wonderful, flowing manifestations of the earth.  It must look at them without separation.

   To go beyond the confines of limited patterns, one must first realize that one’s consciousness is not at all separate from the patterns and images that it perceives and functions as.  In other words, if one observes things merely via conflict and miscalculated separations, one is then observing with great error.  Such error often merely sees itself as separate from the patterns and conflict that compose what it is.  If one’s erroneous observations are a millstone around one’s neck, how can such a one have the energy to transcend into a vast, intelligent, placid stillness that is open to the possibility of visitation from the immeasurable benediction of what is truly sacred?  A broken mind, full of separation, would be incapable of moving beyond its dead borders that separate it from everything else.

 

from Wallace Stevens:

 

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I am what is around me.

Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.

These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.

These are merely instances.

Beeing us. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Beeing us. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Beeing us. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Beeing us. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

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(Multi-photo)*** Pull the Plug…

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The following, including the poem, is an excerpt from my book, “The Eternal Fountain of Youth.”  (The book is extremely strong medicine; no one should read it unless they are very stable.  eternalfountainofyouth.com):

When we think that the big can exist without the little, we are wrong.  When we think that left can exist without right, we are wrong.  When we think that the sailor is not the sails, we are wrong.  When we think that the mountain-climber is not the mountain that he conquers, we are wrong.  When we think that the figure skater is not very slick, we are wrong.  When we think that the magician is not an illusion, we are wrong.  When we think that the “perceiver” is truly separate from “the perceived,” we are wrong. 

from Walt Whitman:

 

When the script preaches instead of the preacher,

When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that

      carved the supporting desk,

When I can touch the body of books by night or by day, and

      when they touch my body back again,

When a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and

      child convince,

When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman’s

      daughter,

When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly

      companions,

I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as

      I do of men and women like you.

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Metamorphosis (2).  Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Metamorphosis (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Metamorphosis (1).  Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Metamorphosis (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

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If a book doesn’t pull the rug out from underneath you, and if it doesn’t contain true (not fabricated) mystery…

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.      If a book doesn’t pull the rug out from underneath you (buckling your knees), and if it doesn’t contain true (not fabricated) mystery… then — as with most books — the author probably shouldn’t have written it.

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Quiet and alive... by Thomas Peace 2013

Quiet and alive… by Thomas Peace 2013