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The Profound Mind…



It is essential to be attentive throughout life.  If one is a mind that endlessly chatters (internally) about trivial things, with a lot of “noise” going on, which one is only half-aware about, then the mind becomes more and more cloudy, more and more dull. If reactions are going on, internally, it is prudent to be aware of them, not to have them occur while one does not perceive their occurrence or implications.  Most of us are addicted to being in a realm of reactions; we crave more and more reactions to cling onto (and to exist as).  Without merely resisting reactions, be attentive to them; perceive how the mind habitually depends on them (and exists as them).  Merely resisting having reactions is another (additional) reaction.  Without merely resisting, but just by simply observing without separative friction, the mind can be extremely attentive and alert.  That attentiveness, that great alertness and listening may, at times, allow the mind to exist without merely depending on reactions.

So, many are — and exist “as”– mere reactions.  Reactions are always secondary, mechanical, reactionary, residual; merely being “them” may not be real living whatsoever.  There can be a stability that is beyond the mere limits and fragmentary attributes that mere reaction entails.  That stability can be deep and profound.  That profundity will perceive beyond all of the superficial illusions, all the fallacies, all the nonsense, all the petty escapes.  It will be compassionate, caring, sensitive beyond measure, and will perceive far beyond the ordinary.  A rather ordinary mind who meets such a mind, who meets a person with such a profound mind, will likely merely see “someone” who just seems to be another regular person.  However, that profound mind is far from regular.  It will have seen so much more than what most have seen or will ever see.  It will have done so by not traveling an inch (to get something).



[Note:   The top photograph is of a young Praying Mantis on a Lily Flower.  The photograph below it is of a young Praying Mantis fossilized in 20 million-year-old Dominican Amber.]



Young Praying Mantis on Lily. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Young Praying Mantis in 20 Million-Year-Old Dominican Amber. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017


Truth, security, and the eternal…



In great humility, there is an emptiness that exists beyond the “me” and “mine.”  That emptiness is, in actuality, the absence (i.e., the non-existence) of the “me.”  “Mostpeople” would feel frightened about the psychological absence of the “me,” or even about the possibility of the psychological absence of the “me.”  To “mostpeople,” it would seem to be an “insecurity” to go beyond the “me” or beyond the supposedly “controlling center.”   However, for the (truly) wise man, mere security is not a factor… truth is a factor.  To the wise man (or woman), it is truth that is where the real beauty, the real treasure, exists.  

Many years ago, in the early ’70s, when i was in my 4th year of college, i read an article about split-brain operations and how these surgical operations resulted in two totally separate fields of consciousness in one human being.  Reading about how the corpus callosum could be surgically severed, resulting in two distinct, separate fields of consciousness — with each not knowing what the other was doing — pulled one even further away from the ancient orthodoxy that so many of us were indoctrinated by.  It was back then that my insatiable quest for truth began (in the deepest sense), though even when one was much younger one still saw through a lot of the madness and falsities in the things that they tried to indoctrinate into us.  Real humility occurs when the mind intelligently doubts and asks profound questions without relying on what one’s family or culture provides as the truth.  If one largely relies on what one’s family or one’s culture has provided, it reflects a form of arrogance (which is far from true humility); one’s family and culture can, indeed, be a component or facet of oneself and, for sure, being certain of their validity is — in a big way — just a form of self-admiration and arrogance.  Intelligent doubt goes beyond all this.  Such intelligent doubt reflects the way Albert Einstein discovered things, by wisely questioning many things that were taken for granted as facts. Albert Einstein understood what it meant to “stand alone.”   To really inquire into that which is truly sacred, immeasurable, timeless and uncontaminated, one must, of course, do it with an instrument (i.e., a mind) that is itself uncontaminated.  It absolutely must be untainted, healthy, uncorrupt… that instrument (i.e., that true mind of inquiry).  That, then, means no belief, no arrogant assumptions about the validity of one’s own faith, religion, culture, family creeds, and spiritual blueprints; so it means no beliefs or presumptions.  However, “mostpeople” are totally unwilling to be that way.  They want the comfort and security of “knowing.”  It can be the “knowing” of others that they absorb and take on for themselves… it doesn’t matter.  However, it may be that the real quest for truth lies beyond security and “knowing.”  That is why so few ever come upon that real treasure. 

Standing alone (without depending on others), going beyond the crowd, understanding the mind, going beyond mere images of the “me” and “I” — and mere images and learned concepts is all that they really are — may seem like abandoning security.  However, a truly wise mind, that transcends beyond beliefs, realizes things that involve the only real treasure.  That treasure has an essence of real eternity, immensity, and bliss in it (that “mostpeople,” unfortunately, have no clue about whatsoever).  The scientists were, as it turns out, likely right about one thing; they said:  Reality is probably radically different (i.e., far different) from what most of us assume it to be.




Crab Spider blending in (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Crab Spider blending in (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017






But even just red

           without any blue


           (or to

whom without any who)


a strange sort of absence

           like the death of

a living friend

now pronounced dead


Whose endings need


(only as ups

            require their downs)

and in the full spectrum

            of things


beginnings their endings



Wherein darkness’s couldn’t

           followed crescent’s moonly would


           (surely as trees

fell from leaves)

           and in the grand colored scheme

of things

black seeds of silence sprouted to could


Growing (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Growing (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017