one budding diminutive why staring at the sky in that beautiful youthful wonderment of innocence beyond piggish power and far from cultivated fear so beyond the grip of authority beyond stuffy temples and stale priests and gurus beyond tests and drunken parties
sweet sky staring further than thought’s weary boredom and so far away from cold shoulds and musts
alive whole and unprogrammed
also looking down of course at tiny grasshoppers and katydids
(Not long ago, while driving home, one observed people texting — with their heads facing down — while driving; (this was observed, that day, in two separate automobiles). It is observed happening, while on road, all too frequently. What is fundamentally wrong with people these days?
I perceive a so-called human being driving from the opposite direction with an indifferent, addicted head facing down; blundering stupidity and callousness thinks that it can multitask while driving. There are families with precious children on the road that that immense stupidity is gambling on.
What messages are so important (so profound) that they warrant perilling multiple lives? Thanks for putting us all in dire risk!
Wasp coming head-on… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
Puff Ball Fairy, when you floated past, ever so gracefully, ever so enchantingly, i was, at once, captivated by your spell. As you gently floated away, i, with camera in hand, wished you would return so that i could capture some of your mysterious beauty. Alas! You granted my wish and again floated nearby, alighting on a simple leaf. Thank you, Puff Ball Fairy, and may we meet again someverymagicaltime in sweet eternity.
How were we educated? Were we educated about what to think, with things being poured into us to absorb? Or were we educated to find out for ourselves, to inquire and to investigate beyond what was merely put forward by others? Were we shaped (for the most part) by preset molds, or were we encouraged to be whole and independent human beings who can intelligently question things, take nothing for granted, and who probe deep beyond the ordinary, unfeeling, and commonplace?
When we were very young, our canvas was blank; they (for the most part) painted it with what they thought should be painted. What they thought should be painted — of course — was an extension of how their canvas was painted in the past. So they painted our canvas. However, they (fundamentally) did not encourage us to be extremely creative painters. (The painting-like rendition of the ant — down below — has little or no relevance with what we are actually writing about, by the way.) Most of us are a product of their painting… and we see the world through (and “as”) the network of that painting. If that network largely consists of separation, isolating images of self, accepted conflict and fragmentation, acceptance of ordinary values, boredom, and groping for more… can one, in a profoundly significant way, change to a blank canvas and paint a very different picture?
It may be that the painter is the painted, that the tree and the ant are not merely two separate things, and it may be that we have to unlearn a lot of the baloney that we learned. Just like the ant and the tree, unlearning and learning may not be two separate things, just like living and dying are not two separate things (though so many of us think they are).