Flying meant a lot
in the open air so free
Soaring meant a lot
Scales on a Moth Wing… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Scales on a Deceased Moth’s Wing Haiku
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Cup Mushroom Encounter
like a little there was here
far beyond time and fear
in a little cup up-spill
as all reactions went nil
then a little here is there
like a holding of the purest air
why a lot of hate and crime
need a lot more love and rhyme
Cup Mushroom in the middle of the woods… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Hidden Profundity Uncurling Haiku… (or the Perceiver is the Perceived)
“How could so few words
have any profound meaning?”
the Haiku poem reads.
Uncurling Fern… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Critters Pictures Haiku
People don’t realize that I
take all my photos without a camera.
Photographic memory, you see.
[Note: This is a shot of an Ivory Mystery Snail and some Painted Fire Red Shrimp in one of my aquariums. I breed both the snails and the shrimp. It is so cool about how the snails and shrimp get along with each other so well! The snails often rise up to expose more of their bodies to the shrimp… in order to get groomed and get little parasites or debris taken off by the shrimp. I’ll have to get a shot of that sometime! ]
Ivory Mystery Snail and Painted Fire Red Shrimp… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Wrinkles in Time Haiku
If you count those dots
upon my back, like gray wood,
your old head will crack.
Six-Spotted Tiger Beetle… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
The Poem of the Turning of the Key
Once, I was the key and the turning of the key
Once, I was the lock and the unlocking of the lock
Once, I was the door and the opening of the door
Once, I was the light and the seeing of the light
However, when the light was really seen,
when the door was really opened,
when the lock was really unlocked,
when the key was really found:
There was no “I,” just the turning of the key
There was no “I,” just the unlocking of the lock
No “I” was there, just the opening of the door
No petty “I” was there, just seeing and infinite illumination
[Note: This is another close-up of some Lichen on a small Oak branch. I continue to suspect that the close symbiotic relationship between primitive algae and primitive fungus… such as in Lichen, tended to continue — because of its very advantageous aspects — throughout evolution with the higher evolved trees and mushrooms. That is why, today, we are discovering that mushrooms and trees (and many other plants) share communication and nutrients with each other underground (even over vast distances).]
Lichen on small Oak branch… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Lichen Lava Haiku
Lava Flow of Life
beyond growth’s shadow
and time’s ending
Lava Flow of Lichen… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
The Profundity of Haiku
The seriousness
of zen-like Haiku: Profound!
Beetle Juice tastes great!
Beetle Juice main ingredient… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
That Eternal Visitor
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
beyond the moonlit glow
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
beyond the realm of know
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
such bliss energy and love
It came when we were not existing separately
that eternal immeasurability from above
Budding Beginnings… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Fear of Spiders Haiku
A needless disease
is arachnophobia!
Get well soon, please!
Jumping Spider Time!… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Garden Helpers Haiku
Gardening is easy.
It’s pollinating that’s hard.
It’s not just the bees!
[Note: After photographing this Ladybug, one noticed that, while covered in pollen, she was frantically intent on getting on to the next, adjacent flower. There aren’t many of their aphid insect prey targets around in early spring; eating pollen and helping pollen producers is a wise alternative.]
Beetle Pollination… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Emerging Spring Haiku
Its sweetness unfurling,
Spring beats the flags of nations.
No mindless borders.
New Spring Emerging… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
First Photographed Butterfly of Spring Haiku
First Spring Butterfly
wants to play hide and seek.
Alright then! I’m in!
First Encounter… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Sweet Little Things Curled Inside the Big Things
Sweet little things curled inside the big things
Sweet love there between all that hate
Poor rich things craving even more things
Overeating many things can’t hold their weight
Wonderful lives beyond thought’s old archives
Lots of breathing without dead cement
Lichens dancing, spiders basking
Mind with nature beyond malcontent
Wiggly wormies, squiggly squirmies
Magic mysteries, love all and each
Wandering moments, joyous laughing
Holding hands though they say we’re out of reach
Lichens Dancing … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
See what we mean in Spring…
I’ve hunted with camera in many a spring rain
Seen oodles of pleasure in life… and rivers of pain
Focused on creatures… including the very small
Lived with plants and animals, loving them all
This movement liked to shoot diminutive creatures really up-close
And smiled when a spider’s lens did perfectly expose
Realized that nothing fully conveys life via a digital screen
Words are mere symbolic shadows, if you see what i mean
Ant on remnant Oak leaf… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Territorial Dispute Haiku
Not enough room here
on this leaf for both of us.
Guess you have to leave!
Crane Fly… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
This is no Real Spring Haiku
Here I sit broken
hearted, as I wished for spring
but only farted.
[Note: Photo was taken on 4-9-18 when the weather was much colder. Now the weather is actually getting to be more spring-like; some wishes do come true!]
Frozen PseudoSpringtime… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Tinge of Spring
the mightiest miracle that ever was
poured forth as love in endless spring
way beyond unfeeling indifference and hateful ways
far from the fallacies when the coldhearted cling
as ziggy went zaggy while up followed down
as dizzy was dazzy while on-hold with a phone
flowering be beautiful without perfect face
kitelike insects kept ringing wisdom to alone
unknowable joy peace truth radiant bloom
mediocre fight hates minds with delight
you are the light at the apex of noon
holding onto sorrow being blindness loving night
Springtime Tinge (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Springtime Tinge (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
So many “here”s and so many “there”s
So many “here”s and so many “there”s
scurrying like little ants to their “anywhere”s
So many whens and so many hows
rushing to work or driving their plows
This many fingers how old am eye
that many soaring jets polluting the sky
Which way is right when all ways are wrong
beyond the grip of time need not move along
So many wants and not many whys
running for cover telling their lies
So many sorrows and not enough joys
too many war rifles making dead boys
This many dollars and not enough love
that many looking down but not up above
Which crazy leader as they kiss his hind end
damning the environment without earth as a friend
[Note: The photographs are of Painted Fire Red Shrimp that i keep as pets and breed. No, we do not have a name for each individual shrimp; however, you are welcome to try! 🙂 They do not need a heater — liking cold water — and eat very little, having a very low bioload. They are becoming increasingly more popular as aquarium pets. I really like them, as they are very interesting, comical, and do not fight amongst each other. In the lower photograph, many are grouped together in one corner of the aquarium; that is because it is feeding time, and that area is where i feed them twice a day. Note that some have cleverly discovered that they do not have to share the little sinking, white food pellets as much if they can snatch them off of the bottom and take them up the walls of the Matten Sponge Filter. I also have (in other aquariums) a couple of other varieties. One variety is called Snowball Shrimp; the females carry, for over a month, many white eggs (inside of them, that you can see), and they look like pure white snowballs.]
Painted Fire Red Shrimp (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Painted Fire Red Shrimp (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Luminous Tendril of Celestial Wish
At that place
where there is no i…
just place
In that magic
where time doesn’t matter…
so measurelessness
From no beginning
entwined without ending…
just eternity
Luminous Tendril of Celestial Wish (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Luminous Tendril of Celestial Wish (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Beyond learning from the old past… (Multi-Photo)
.
Instead of going
out
and seeing a tulip
go out
look at everythingtogether-
withoutseparateformslabelsnames-
andwithouttherebeinganyseparation-
fromwhatyouactuallyare
or
you can
go
and
with a very
sep
a
rate
ego
see
what
you
were
taught
by
sep
a
ra
tion
.
Whatever. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Whatever (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Heart Blossom
.
May one’s heart blossom
to a true compassion
and a love
for nature
May one’s compassion blossom
to a true heart
and a nature
for love
.
[Side Note: My wife, Marla, though there have been complications, continues to do much better, improving following her shoulder replacement therapy.]
Heart of the Sunrise. (From my sister-in-law Mary’s yard) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
1/4 Inch Long Wild Violet Flower
.
Violet was a girl
with very few faults
she could sing and dance
and do somersaults
Violet was quite pretty
just as a flower
she loved to be in her garden
even during a shower
Violet blossomed in time
and loved to sun-bathe outdoors
she liked nature wild,
was never found in stores
All girls are Violets
in their own special way
they need never fear death,
while inevitably withering away
.
Wild Violet; one of many in the backyard. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
That neverending tree… (Multi-Photo)
.
We’re all flowers of that neverending tree
and if we don’t ever blossom
we won’t be open, wise, and free
None of us are separate within that immense, majestic being
but if perception doesn’t see it
it really isn’t seeing
.
Eastern Redbud Study. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Eastern Redbud Study. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Poor Dandelion… (Poorer Man)…
.
many people want to wage war on them
many hate them
(really hate them)
see them as ugly
and want them eradicated
many insects want to enjoy them, live in them, and feed from them
many love them
(really love them)
see them as beautiful
and want them to flourish
.
Dandelion Study. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
The Heart of the Truth flower
.
the Heart of the Truth) flower
Rhythmically beats Blossoms
for
who(ever) is caring
enough
too
(Deeply Perceive
.
Heart of the Flower. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Pistil, Stamen, Petals (different but not separate) (Multi-Photo)
.
Look deep within
for if you don’t
Blossoming will occur not
Unfold beyond conflict
for if you don’t
Timeless Passion will occur not
.
Pistil, Stamen, Petals. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Pistil, Stamen, Petals. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Deep S. (Multi-Photo)
.
eternity is not an “over there”
it’s a “right here” (or nowhere)
wisdom is not merely a memorized quote
it is (beyond words and what all the sages wrote)
going deep joyfully transcends a six line poem
cow pies in sunny pastures bake where bovines roam
.
Deep in the foliage.(1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Deep in the foliage.(2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015
Following their fiery disposition, many of the roses rejoiced, singing and smiling…
.
When you look at beautiful roses and sing and smile… most assuredly, the flowers are happily singing and smiling!
(Without the observed, what is the observer?)
.
from E. E. Cummings:
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Eternal perfection. Photo by Thomas Peace 2015
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