Eye see you still there
focusing on your sweet friend
with “I”s to no end
[Note: Look at all the eyes along her cephalothorax!]
Fishing Spider… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Further Beyond Spider Prejudice — Haiku
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Story Time… Koan Time… (2)
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 (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Story Time… Koan Time…
An enlightened man — one of only a few in this
particular solar system —
walked across the street.
He didn’t particularly care much for the pavement;
it was hardened, callous (like many, uncaring people),
and it covered a place where there used to be
lush, living things of great (soft) beauty.
There was awareness of the distant, oncoming traffic, but
unnecessary thoughts were (intelligently) not there;
there was no center, no authority to
merely see with (and “as”) separation.
As the street was being crossed, a wren came flying by.
Awareness was that little wren… not something separate from it,
(not something seeing it as being separate).
After the crossing of the street, a few steps were climbed.
As the steps were climbed, a curious squirrel was seen in a tree.
Curiously, that beautiful squirrel climbed the steps,
though it never left the tree.
What U R 2. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
What U R 2. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
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