Nature lionizes trees
and roars:
“Mankind! Stop
abusing life!”
Nature Personified … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Nature Lionizes Trees
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On Timelessness
One must put up barriers to keep oneself in time.
Wild Chicory … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Fungal Egg Nests
fungal eggs aplenty
ready to bounce into sweet life
far from all of the utter madness
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Per Michael Kuo (0nline):
These odd and fascinating little fungi look for all the world like tiny birds’ nests. The fruiting bodies form little cuplike nests which contain spore-filled eggs. The nests are called “peridia” (“peridium” in the singular), and serve as splash cups; when raindrops strike the nest, the eggs (called “peridioles”) are projected into the air, where they latch onto twigs, branches, leaves, and so on. What exactly happens next is not completely clear, but eventually the spores are dispersed from the egg. They then germinate and create mycelia, which eventually hook up with other mycelia and produce more fruiting bodies.
Bird-nest Cup Fungi (each one was around 5mm in diameter)… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Clinging
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dew
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Rose Chafer… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Photography Tip # 7 — Haiku
PHOTOGRAPHY TIP #7:
When you see what you like,
there is a button on the top of your camera.
Press that button.
Photography Tip with Wildflowers… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Snakes Alive! Haiku
(thou)
gh
man
y hate
you
Some
see you
r true
full
beauty.
That’s
all
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Bull Snake Admiration… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Pucker Up!
Kankakee County Humane Society Benefit Booth Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
This Movement
This movement wishes to go
through life helping others
(who are,themselves,part of
the movement of life).
This movement wishes to be
life’s companion,not life’s enemy;
it doesn’t want to merely harm
or exploit life.
It wants to root itself in with
the majestic oak trees
and share in their
growth and freedom.
This movement wants to put its arms
around Mother Nature
and gently walk with her
beyond the synthetic and man-made.
This movement would like to
somehow share
the eternal secret of life
(that exists beyond all conclusions).
Mayfly Resting (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Mayfly Resting (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
The mindless… and the deep well of the mind…
In the deep well of the mind, people often get bucketfuls of conclusions. It is through these conclusions that they perceive and contemplate the world. For many years, each of us has been groomed and molded to be the responsive use of these buckets. Our buckets have been carefully tailored and manufactured; their contents were shaped and influenced by the limited, fashioned nature of the buckets. So, our contents were molded and adapted to suit particular needs, objectives, and purposes. Our buckets were produced and fabricated by society to help society continue to exist in the way that it deems necessary.
Bringing up well water one bucket at a time may be fine for some time (and in certain respects). However, it involves very limited amounts. Our bucketfuls of thoughts, too, are very limited and fragmentary. There is a whole lot more down there… and a fragmentary, limited process may never afford one with the opportunity to deeply examine, deeply explore. Our buckets are full of symbols and representations, not actualities; yet, so many of us are indoctrinated with them and accept them as actual realities. Most of us were so imbued with limited bucketfuls that we rarely, if ever, consider going beyond the limited nature of what they consist of. We are so permeated by the bucket-mentality of limited, sequential symbols and images, we never even consider going deeper.
Mentally, we are perpetually bringing tidbits and symbols to the surface (and taking that to be reality). There is a superficiality that is merely at the surface. There may be an untapped, vast, deep stream of activity much deeper; however, most remain oblivious to it, unaware and unmindful of what is taking place in a much deeper and unlimited way. The notion of a separate self (apart from others and all life) is one of the limited buckets that society has developed and filled for each one of us; our current society, however, may be very primitive and crude, both psychologically and in regard to life’s deeper meanings. One can cling to the sequential bucketfuls, one at a time if one wants to; that so-called “one” that wants to, however, is not different from the buckets or their symbolic contents. Symbols are fragmentary representations and are not actualities.
Depths of nectar (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Depths of nectar (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
When the Observer is the Observed…
If trees could swim
and rocks could crawl
perception would rise
and feet would fall
When ladders climb
and coffee cups drink
wisdom would flourish
as thoughts needn’t think
Boats went rowing
as plants watered themselves
books read their contents
and nestled in shelves
Leaves went hopping
while photos sat still
up went down
and deception went nil
Toadingly you (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Toadingly you (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
The Measureless Mind
“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” — T. S. Eliot
Most of us are perpetually measuring with the brain. We, so often, compare ourselves or our possessions with other entities (or what they have). We measure time, perpetually, as the past, present, and the future. We endlessly categorize things, label things, analyze things, and recognize things via a series of measurements and sequential paradigms. And, since the observer is really not so separate from the observed… we are what measurement actually is. We think that we are somehow separate from this measurement… but we are not. We are actually what the measurement is. However, life — real life — is so much more than what mere measurement entails.
Many are very proficient at measuring their monetary achievements; some think of little else. Many measure their power. Many measure their day by how much entertainment they experienced. This entertainment, however, is often merely an escape from their own emptiness, their own limited vacancy. Recognition (of things), along with their categorization, is a continuity of measurement. Thinking that you are “in the ‘now'” is a continuity of measurement. Considering possibilities of what the “future may be” is a continuity of measurement. Thinking that you are a separate “controller” with power over “other thoughts” is a continuity of measurement. Trying to be silent (and supposing you are silent) is a continuity of measurement. Calculating the length of your kitchen countertop is a continuity of measurement.
Many of us are perpetually measuring. Is that what life is about? May it be that there is much more to life than mere measurement? Is real love measurable? Is real compassion what can be measured? Is profound insight the result of mere measurement? Can wisdom be measured?
It may be that all measurements, by man, are limited, partial. We have been indoctrinated to frequently use measurement; we have not been encouraged to consider living (at times) beyond mere measurement. We will not be an intelligent divergence away from habitual reactions (with their limitations) if we remain exclusively in (and merely “function as”) measurement. It may be possible to go beyond mere measurement into what may be — all measurements aside — truly unlimited. Does it take a limited amount of time to get there? Of course not.
Beyond Far (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Beyond Far (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Beyond Sadness…
Happiness is
a stringed balloon
tied to a kite
that flies so noon
Sadness is
a melancholy frown
that never looks up
and always looks down
Wisdom is
a tiny winged creature
that sprung from a worm
without the sermon’s preacher
Tiny ‘n Winged (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
Tiny ‘n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017
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