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Fungal Egg Nests




fungal eggs aplenty 
ready to bounce into sweet life
far from all of the utter madness





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



Snakes Alive! Haiku



                      y hate
         see you
         r true




Bull Snake Admiration… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018


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 (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny 'n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Tiny ‘n Winged (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017