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Magic and Earth Day

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Today is Earth Day and i will undoubtedly shed a few tears today.  (Today, with the following, I’m telling you like it is, and not merely singing about daisies and butterflies.)  The ability to have very accurate premonitions runs in our family; my mother had it and i seem to have a strong dose of it too.  When i was in high school (in around 1966) i had a premonition that humans would quickly ruin the earth with excessive manmade pollutants. Yesterday, the very intelligent Fareed Zakaria had the famous environmentalist Bill McKibben on, as part of his show.  Bill, 30 years ago, wrote a book — the first book about global warming — warning about the threats of manmade pollution; since then, he says that little has been done to change things for the better.  Arctic ice is 50% gone and the oceans are 30% more acidic.   We all need to change and do more to change things.  Additionally, it is far more prudent/globally-compassionate to stay local and not go long distances for vacations and entertainment.

 

(Down below is a link to the conversation between Fareed and Bill.)

 

If i had a magic wand
that would
when waved
make people
care
understand
look without separation
clean up the environment (that they are)
and look without a false center…

i’d use it

No such
magic wand
from any mystical magic shop
exists

but that doesn’t mean
that real magic can’t happen

Real magic can happen
Profound mysteries of life assure you
real magic can happen

 

 

Ants Caring for the Aphids that they herd and that they milk like cows … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://www.cnn.com/videos/tv/2019/04/21/exp-gps-0421-mckibben-full.cnn

 

 

 

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Zilch…

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Diddle and Twiddle each played

          their own fiddle

          and since there were only two of them playing

No one was in the middle

 

They played tactfully(and as Diddle

          ejected a bit of spittal)

          Twiddle nervously giggled and said,

“It seems to be starting to drizzle”

 

Next,Diddle remarked,

          “Please don’t piddle;

the rhyme does have a middle”

 

And then,in his transmittal,Twiddle said,

           “This poem seems to

           have a riddle”

           Then,his third brother,No one,said,

           “I’m just a triple nobody

           stuck here in the middle,

          so please do not belittle”

 

And it’s enlightening to psychologically exist

           as nothing

With that,you need not quibble

 

[Note:   The following are photos of an old dead tree that is adjacent to a large, local hospital.   It is situated within the hospital grounds, right next to where many handicapped parking spots exist.  Almost as if it had been in tune with the comings and goings of the patients, face shapes exist in places where the tree’s bark fell off.  How many “faces” can you see within the tree’s patterns?]

Faces in the wood (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Faces in the wood (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Butterfly Answers

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Wherefore we alight upon these mineraled grounds

                    far from the dainty blossoming stores

with their nectar prizes all too pure and sugary seeded?

 

To extract something tangible and something intangible

                    must occur together as a unified whole

in and out of the recurrent clockwork of time that was needed.

The Cabbage Butterfly Club. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

The Cabbage Butterfly Club. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Limited space…

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You need space (don’t you?)  to discover “exciting 
things” out there 
(out there apart from what you are)

There’s only one problem with that
that they didn’t teach you
… which is:
Such space is always limited
and a mind that merely depends
on that limitation
is always limited

A mind that sagaciously goes beyond
such limited space
dies to limitation
and (in such psychological dying)
lives in (and “as”)
a boundless realm
beyond the isolation of
symbolic words, egotistical centers,
habitual cravings, and restricted beliefs

Mostpeople depend on limitation
and are that limitation
And there is nothing perceived
apart from what you are

Limited Space (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Limited Space (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Limited Space (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Limited Space (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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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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Impossible union

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impossible union
mixed in the mud
dimmer than never
brighter when always

transcending shadows
creeping so shyly
(finer than sand dunes
silence)everlasting

nowhere to be found
worshiped fallaciously
falling with snowflakes
rising in time

once upon ever
words were their reading
slowly as learning
fast as a crime

Mixed in the mud.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Mixed in the mud. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Beyond the Learned Center

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the hopping toad was the garden’s movement

toward that which wasn’t apart

from the symphonic moonlit night that was

crickets chirping as one beyond silence

 

while hands washed each other in blended sequence

a spacious window gazed out of itself

then one very shiny silver spoon quantified instant coffee

and the rhythmic ticking of the clock walked to the kitchen sink

 

right foot preceded left foot at measured intervals

as distance carefully calculated momentum

eyes moved from left to right repeatedly

wondering about the elemental purpose of this poem

Garden Hopping. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Garden Hopping. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015