All Posts Tagged ‘Mystery’

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Puff Ball Fairy

November 16, 2018
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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.

 

 

 

Puff Ball Fairy … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Zilch…

April 28, 2017
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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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Real Mystery…

July 10, 2016
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The mystery behind all of life cannot be discovered by the mundane known, by the ordinary and measurable.  The accumulation of knowledge, no matter how seemingly vast, is always limited, always partial.  Most of our minds were conditioned to discover by way of measuring (e.g., recognizing) with (and from) knowledge.  The timeless, the immeasurable, however, cannot merely be discovered via measurement in mere time.  Most of us were trained to look and to exist using only certain modes…. and we remain in (and “as”) what those modes are.  The limited, no matter how hard it tries, cannot ever penetrate the unlimited.  (Even the best scientists and physicists are in the dark about so very much.)

To understand real mystery, the mind must, itself, become the majestic mysterious.  That means leaving the known, the accumulated, and putting them aside.  Very few are willing to do that.  Consciously, or unconsciously, they still (in one form or another) cling to the known.  They continue to measure, to endlessly use symbols,  to separate, and follow methodologies.

Even in quantum mechanics, the moment something is measured, the wave-function collapses and mere limitation and locality ensues.  We can blend with the whole when we stop being what reacts and measures as we were programmed to.  Too many of us function as mere points in locality… which is limited, barbaric, selfish, fragmentary, and which negates real compassion and deep understanding.

Honey Bee Feeding. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Honey Bee Feeding. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016