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Though this may be disquieting…

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.     Though this may be disquieting to a rather superficial, timid mind, it need not be:

There is not — though there certainly may seem to be — a true, central “controller” of thought; it (i.e., the “I” or the “me”) is just another thought; all thoughts are conditioned and all thoughts are limited reactions.  When thoughts — via an intelligence that is universal and not their own — (at certain times throughout the day) die to themselves (without the spurious effort of a fictitious central regulator)… then profound wisdom (in, and “as”, insightful silence) may flower.   Self deception — as the internal chicanery of the brain to itself — manifests easily, and this explains why innumerable minds often (unfortunately) blunder in the deceptiveness of control via a “central authority.”  Methods and  procedures (fabricated by a deceptive process) inevitably are a lack of true order and all such reactions (like a dog chasing its tail) inherently take time.  Reactions and time cannot create what is whole, truly blissful, and timeless.  Shadows cannot (and never will) manifest sunlight.   

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After the Big Bang... by Thomas Peace 2013

After the Big Bang… by Thomas Peace 2013

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If there is something fundamentally wrong with the way humans perceive…

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.     If (because of the way they were taught) there is something fundamentally wrong with the way humans perceive and mentally function… that would explain why there is so much disorder, indifference, pollution, and unabashed conflict in the world.

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Early to rise... by Thomas Peace 2013

Early to rise… by Thomas Peace 2013

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To merely dwell from one image and one symbolic thought to another…

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.     To merely dwell from one image and one symbolic thought to another is to remain limited and conditioned.

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Gold rises in value... by Thomas Peace 2013

Gold rises in value… by Thomas Peace 2013

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When you forever merely look with delimitation…

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.     When you  merely look with delimitation, habitually fixing the boundaries that separate one thing from another… you are not really perceiving much at all.

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The future is the past... by Thomas Peace 2013

The future is the past… by Thomas Peace 2013

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The harmony of reason and love…

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.     The harmony of reason and love is the incorruptibility of the whole self beyond the indifference that is unaware of eternity and eternally unaware.  

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Beyond reason... by Thomas Peace 2013

Beyond reason… by Thomas Peace 2013

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Shallow thoughts are to empty shadows as deep insight is to…

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.     Shallow thoughts are to empty shadows as deep insight is to a radiant being. 

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Real security by Thomas Peace 2013

Real security by Thomas Peace 2013

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Deep truth never comes from…

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.     Deep truth never comes from comfortable, superficial satisfaction, from mindless content with ordinary values, from languid acceptance.

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Supersaturation... by Thomas Peace 2013

Supersaturation… by Thomas Peace 2013

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Thought and thinker…

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.     Watch thought as it takes place… without the barbaric separation of thought and thinker.

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Oldnew... by Thomas Peace 2013

Oldnew… by Thomas Peace 2013

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Responsible for mother earth…

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.     Each one of us is very responsible for caring for mother earth greenly and passionately.  

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Miraculous Commonality by Thomas Peace 2013

Miraculous Commonality by Thomas Peace 2013

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Book Review: The Eternal Fountain of Youth by Thomas Peace

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Author Thomas Peaceabout his book: 

The Eternal Fountain of Youth is a book I have written to help people to more fully understand the totality of life as a whole. The book helps people to — without relying on leaders or man-made systems — independently flower into what deeply understands life, time, consciousness, and the eternal (as a whole). Many people cling, with others, to what outside “authority” dictates as to what is truth and what is correct. However, only the individual can — for himself or herself — find the deepest truth; depending on others “to lead us” is fallacious and a waste of time (as it has not gotten us anywhere over millions of years thus far). No one but you can fully bring about the discovery of deep wisdom, harmony, profound reason and order. Many of us, unfortunately, perceive things fragmentarily, not wholly. We, as we were taught, tend to see only the details and the parts… not the whole. The Eternal Fountain of Youth helps people to go (for themselves) beyond this fragmentation and limited separation… to perceive things more holistically, with deep insight and wisdom.

We can — by observing the world without separation, without conflict that is fragmentary — see life in a whole, new way. This new perspective is whole and not “broken up” and fragmentary. We were taught to live (as mere followers) in fragmentation; this fragmentation keeps us at each other’s throat, keeps us dependent on separative systems that divide us, keeps us in fear and uncompassionate limitation. We, for ourselves, can go beyond the calculated mold that was developed for us to mechanically function in, and we can (instead) function independently, wisely, warmly, joyously, and peacefully. The world desperately needs a change; we can be the ones who are the catalysts of that much-needed change.

Click on www.eternalfountainofyouth.com  or  Book Review: The Eternal Fountain of Youth (Youth’s Revolution) by Thomas Peace.

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Holistic Independence by Thomas Peace 2013

Holistic Independence by Thomas Peace 2013

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Conclusions…

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.     Going beyond seeing through conclusions and prejudices is one of the most difficult things in life.  

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.   A few photos of pet cichlids at our house.  They are Pink Convicts.  These are all adults that grew up from babies that were hatched from eggs within my classroom when I was a teacher (before i retired).  They live a long time (for fish).  The males are larger and get a nuchal hump as they get older… which is a means of advertising their higher status in the pecking order.  (They are quite intelligent, for fish, often begging for food when they see you.)

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. We are so open-minded at our house that we even allow pink convicts to live with us!       😉

Pink Convict Cichlids (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pink Convict Cichlids (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pink Convict Cichlids (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pink Convict Cichlids (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pink Convict Cichlids (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pink Convict Cichlids (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Cold lifetime of indifference…

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.     Five minutes of warm caring may be worth more than a long lifetime of indifference.

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Time Stand Still by Thomas Peace 2013

Time Stand Still by Thomas Peace 2013

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Petrified Dinosaur Bone…

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.    Do not merely be frozen in time like what is petrified in mediocrity.

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.     A few of samples of dinosaur bone from the Jurassic Period, from southern Utah.  The bones, in natural formations, get permeated, under intense heat and pressure,  by various  minerals… and, depending on the minerals, various colors can occur… some more rare than others.  The bones are cut and polished… a time consuming process.  Each bone is unique in its own way.  Dinosaur bone easily becomes permeated because it is full of air pockets and blood vessel chambers to lighten its mass and (unlike in mammals) as an aid to respiration and air storage.   (Their respiratory system was, back then,  way more advanced than ours is today!  Birds, which evolved from dinosaurs, have such an advanced respiratory system.)

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Polished Dinosaur Bone (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

Polished Dinosaur Bone (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

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You are not what “has anger”…

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.     You are not what “has anger”; the anger is you (when it occurs as you); psychologically (as silence) die to the anger — to the separation and the distortion — that you are.

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Clumsy Flier by Thomas Peace 2013

Clumsy Flier by Thomas Peace 2013

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What you see outside of you… you see (psychologically) inside of you…

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.     What you see outside of you… you see (psychologically) inside of you; the perceiver is not (psychologically) separate from his or her perceptions.  

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The Thunder: Perfect Mind is a part of the Nag Hammadi library that was discovered in an ancient earthenware jar in Nag Hammadi, in 1945. These were part of a collection of spiritual oriented texts written in ancient Greek and Coptic and buried around 400 CE. Many of the texts within the Nag Hammadi library “do not do much for me, personally”; but The Thunder: Perfect Mind certainly does.  I feel that it has some deep, profound wisdom within it.  Before the Bible was canonized and consequently most all the Nag Hammadi texts were banned, the texts in this collection were considered quite acceptable and devout Christians and spiritual seekers often owned copies. However, a political/hierarchy movement began in later Christianity to standardize Christian beliefs, which lead to the canonization of the Bible (by hierarchical authorities who wanted control and power). Therefore, these texts eventually became what may be considered unorthodox and heretical (by those who sought control and power). People who were appreciative of these texts were banned from the formal church; many were tortured and killed for being “heretical.”  However, Christ, within the so-called regular four gospels, uses some of the same sayings and images as The Thunder: Perfect Mind does.   Anyway, the text is worth a good read and, by the way, back in that era, “angel” could merely mean “messenger,” not necessarily some kind of being with feathers… (not that beings with feathers are bad).  I am also very appreciative of the Gospel of Thomas from the Nag Hammadi Library; portions of it are included within the book I have written, and many of the best biblical scholars state that it likely comes closer to the historical Christ than any other text (including the four canonical gospels).

The Nag Hammadi Library

The Thunder, Perfect Mind


Translated by George W. MacRae

I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am <the mother> and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
Why, you who hate me, do you love me,
and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me,
and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,
and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and those who have not known me, let them know me.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.
Give heed to my poverty and my wealth.
Do not be arrogant to me when I am cast out upon the earth,
and you will find me in those that are to come.
And do not look upon me on the dung-heap
nor go and leave me cast out,
and you will find me in the kingdoms.
And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those who
are disgraced and in the least places,
nor laugh at me.
And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.
But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Be on your guard!
Do not hate my obedience
and do not love my self-control.
In my weakness, do not forsake me,
and do not be afraid of my power.
For why do you despise my fear
and curse my pride?
But I am she who exists in all fears
and strength in trembling.
I am she who is weak,
and I am well in a pleasant place.
I am senseless and I am wise.
Why have you hated me in your counsels?
For I shall be silent among those who are silent,
and I shall appear and speak,
Why then have you hated me, you Greeks?
Because I am a barbarian among the barbarians?
For I am the wisdom of the Greeks
and the knowledge of the barbarians.
I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians.
I am the one whose image is great in Egypt
and the one who has no image among the barbarians.
I am the one who has been hated everywhere
and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life,
and you have called Death.
I am the one whom they call Law,
and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued,
and I am the one whom you have seized.
I am the one whom you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am she who does not keep festival,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I am the one whose God is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,
and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned,
and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,
and you reflect upon me.
I am the one whom you have hidden from,
and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves,
I myself will appear.
For whenever you appear,
I myself will hide from you.
Those who have […] to it […] senselessly […].
Take me [… understanding] from grief.
and take me to yourselves from understanding and grief.
And take me to yourselves from places that are ugly and in ruin,
and rob from those which are good even though in ugliness.
Out of shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly;
and out of shamelessness and shame,
upbraid my members in yourselves.
And come forward to me, you who know me
and you who know my members,
and establish the great ones among the small first creatures.
Come forward to childhood,
and do not despise it because it is small and it is little.
And do not turn away greatnesses in some parts from the smallnesses,
for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.
Why do you curse me and honor me?
You have wounded and you have had mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.
And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away
[…] turn you away and [… know] him not.
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What is mine […].
I know the first ones and those after them know me.
But I am the mind of […] and the rest of […].
I am the knowledge of my inquiry,
and the finding of those who seek after me,
and the command of those who ask of me,
and the power of the powers in my knowledge
of the angels, who have been sent at my word,
and of gods in their seasons by my counsel,
and of spirits of every man who exists with me,
and of women who dwell within me.
I am the one who is honored, and who is praised,
and who is despised scornfully.
I am peace,
and war has come because of me.
And I am an alien and a citizen.
I am the substance and the one who has no substance.
Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me,
and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me.
Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me,
and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me.
On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from me,
and on the day when I am far away from you, I am close to you.
[I am …] within.
[I am …] of the natures.
I am […] of the creation of the spirits.
[…] request of the souls.
I am control and the uncontrollable.
I am the union and the dissolution.
I am the abiding and I am the dissolution.
I am the one below,
and they come up to me.
I am the judgment and the acquittal.
I, I am sinless,
and the root of sin derives from me.
I am lust in (outward) appearance,
and interior self-control exists within me.
I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone
and the speech which cannot be grasped.
I am a mute who does not speak,
and great is my multitude of words.
Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness.
I am she who cries out,
and I am cast forth upon the face of the earth.
I prepare the bread and my mind within.
I am the knowledge of my name.
I am the one who cries out,
and I listen.
I appear and […] walk in […] seal of my […].
I am […] the defense […].
I am the one who is called Truth
and iniquity […].
You honor me […] and you whisper against me.
You who are vanquished, judge them (who vanquish you)
before they give judgment against you,
because the judge and partiality exist in you.
If you are condemned by this one, who will acquit you?
Or, if you are acquitted by him, who will be able to detain you?
For what is inside of you is what is outside of you,
and the one who fashions you on the outside
is the one who shaped the inside of you.
And what you see outside of you, you see inside of you;
it is visible and it is your garment.
Hear me, you hearers
and learn of my words, you who know me.
I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
I am the sign of the letter
and the designation of the division.
And I […].
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[…] light […].
[…] hearers […] to you
[…] the great power.
And […] will not move the name.
[…] to the one who created me.
And I will speak his name.
Look then at his words
and all the writings which have been completed.
Give heed then, you hearers
and you also, the angels and those who have been sent,
and you spirits who have arisen from the dead.
For I am the one who alone exists,
and I have no one who will judge me.
For many are the pleasant forms which exist in numerous sins,
and incontinencies,
and disgraceful passions,
and fleeting pleasures,
which (men) embrace until they become sober
and go up to their resting place.
And they will find me there,
and they will live,
and they will not die again.
         Selection made from James M. Robinson, ed., The Nag Hammadi Library, revised edition. HarperCollins, San Francisco, 1990.

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Thunder: Perfect Mind by Thomas Peace 2013

Thunder: Perfect Mind by Thomas Peace 2013

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They paved paradise and put up a parking lot…

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.     The tragedy is that most of us do not see the tragedy; most of us are drifting and do not see enough to act meaningfully for a greener planet.  

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Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
And put ’em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half to see ’em

Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Til its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away the DDT
I don’t care about spots on my apples
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please!

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Hope for the Future by Thomas Peace 2013

Hope for the Future by Thomas Peace 2013

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Looking for Miss Muffet (who sat on her tuffet)…

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.     You can’t run from your fears; you are your fears.  Simply observe them, without separation, judgement, and negativity, as they take place… and intelligence will flower.

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.   (Jumping spiders are harmless to humans and actually eat many harmful, disease carrying insects.)

Looking for Miss Muffet (who sat on her tuffet) by Thomas Peace 2013

Looking for Miss Muffet (who sat on her tuffet) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Moments…

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.    At the precise moment that you desire something in order to be happy… you are what happiness is not.

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Radiance by Thomas Peace 2013

Radiance by Thomas Peace 2013

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Magic Spring…

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Spring comes(no-
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asks his name)

a mender
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fingers(with
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soft bird
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mountains)in april(but
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Eager Fingers by Thomas Peace 2013

Eager Fingers by Thomas Peace 2013

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Beyond the details…

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.     Don’t merely reflect on the details… see the beautiful whole!

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Quackery by Thomas Peace 2013

Quackery by Thomas Peace 2013

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Getting Rid of Your Excess Baggage…

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.     To effortlessly see life joyfully — without the contamination of old, cobweb images that are self-projections — is to look without the accumulated baggage of the past.

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Hunting Tiger by Thomas Peace 2013

Hunting Tiger by Thomas Peace 2013

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Wisdom is what transcends…

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Mutual Perceptions by Thomas Peace 2013

Mutual Perceptions by Thomas Peace 2013

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To go beyond dull routine…

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To remain in dull routine is not deep intelligence.  Most, unfortunately, do (whether they truly realize it or not) remain in dull routine.  To go beyond the realm of sequential patterns and images is to intelligently go (now and then) beyond “thinking” and “dull routine”; monotonous boredom depends on the same, sequential routines.  All thoughts are (and must, by natural law, always be) residual reactions that are conditioned, sequential routines.  Silence truly is golden.  (One cannot choose to be truly silent; the “choice”  — wishing silence — is part of the conditioned sequence of thinking, and thinking cannot create true silence; silence must — on its own — take place naturally, without effort.)  

All methods of practice to get to silence (including the various techniques of “meditation”) are essentially false; all methods are man-made sequential routines, and no sequential paradigm (or decision by conditioned thought) can create the beauty of true silence.  What is residual — sequential and, hence, fragmentary and second-hand —  cannot create (or automatically lead one to) what is not part of a sequential paradigm and what is dynamically whole.  There is no path to the pathless.  A method or system may get one to a dead thing; but no calculated means can take one to that wholeness that is beyond a cause/effect continuum.  

One more very important thing:   You can add a “no,” after “lead,” in the following poem.

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Miraculously just being by Thomas Peace 2013

Miraculously just being by Thomas Peace 2013

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Change…

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Dennis Hopper (1) by Thomas Peace

Dennis Hopper (1) by Thomas Peace

Dennis Hopper (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Dennis Hopper (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Stillness…

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The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds; 

The leaden thunders crashed.
A worshipper raised his arm.
“Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!”

“Not so,” said a man.
“The voice of God whispers in the heart
So softly
That the soul pauses,
Making no noise,
And strives for these melodies,
Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
And all the being is still to hear.”

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Pause by Thomas Peace 2013

Pause by Thomas Peace 2013

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Superficiality and Depth…

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.     Though the thinking brain might — at first — rebel against this or feel uncomfortable about it… it is true:

Thought is to the flat and superficial… as attentive wordlessness (i.e., profound silence) is to the deep and dynamic.

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Moth and Flame by Thomas Peace 2013

Moth and Flame by Thomas Peace 2013

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Silence and True Beauty…

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Flowering Moment by Thomas Peace 2013

Flowering Moment by Thomas Peace 2013

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Better Coverage on Climate Change…

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In a year that brought the U.S. record-breaking heat, massive wildfires, a historic drought, and devastating storms like Hurricane Sandy, the nightly news programs on ABC, CBS, and NBC barely talked about what was fueling this extreme weather — climate change. We need better coverage if we want people to connect the dots and demand real action to curb global warming pollution.

Please sign our petition below to Michael Corn, Executive Producer of ABC World News, Patricia Shevlin, Executive Producer of CBS Evening News, and Patrick Burkey, Executive Producer of NBC Nightly News, asking them to give us more frequent, accurate coverage of climate change this year.

OUR PETITION

Give Us Better Coverage on Climate Change this Year

Dear Mr. Corn, Ms. Shelvin, and Mr. Burkey,

Every night, tens of millions of people tune into the news on the major broadcasting networks of ABC, CBS, and NBC, expecting to learn about the most pressing issues facing our families and our nation. Given the urgency of addressing the climate crisis, we urge you to put global warming at the top of that list.

After experiencing the hottest year ever recorded in the United States and a series of devastating extreme weather events including wildfires, droughts, and storms like Hurricane Sandy, the American people deserve to know how our changing climate is fueling this extreme weather and what we can do about it.

That can only happen if you devote more coverage to climate change, report on future extreme weather in a climate context, and interview more climate scientists who will be able to accurately connect the dots between human activity, climate change, and the weather we have been experiencing. Yet, a recent study by Media Matters for America found that last year climate change was only featured in 12 segments on your nightly news programs combined.

Confronting the climate crisis is the challenge of our generation, and we urge you to honor the best traditions in American journalism by putting the focus on science and accurately reporting on climate change.

We look forward to watching your thorough, accurate coverage of climate change in the year ahead.

Sincerely,
[Your Name]
[Your Address]
[City, State ZIP]

To Add Your Name, go to:

http://action.mediamatters.org/tell_news_to_cover_climate_change

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Fall or Rise by Thomas Peace 2013

Fall or Rise by Thomas Peace 2013

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Thinking…

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Katylily by Thomas Peace 2013

Katylily by Thomas Peace 2013

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The Big-shots like suckers…

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Pet Plecostomus Catfish (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pet Plecostomus Catfish (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pet Plecostomus Catfish (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pet Plecostomus Catfish (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Miracles…

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Why, who makes much of a miracle? 
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, 
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, 
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, 
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, 
Or stand under trees in the woods, 
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night 
with any one I love, 
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest, 
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, 
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon, 
Or animals feeding in the fields, 
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, 
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet 
and bright, 
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; 
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, 
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place. 

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, 
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, 
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, 
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same. 
To me the sea is a continual miracle, 
The fishes that swim–the rocks–the motion of the waves–the 
ships with men in them, 
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Flower Burst by Thomas Peace 2013

Flower Burst by Thomas Peace 2013

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The flowering of man…

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Clovers by Thomas Peace 2013

Clovers by Thomas Peace 2013

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Survival of the fittest…

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Wild Morning Glory by Thomas Peace 2013

Wild Morning Glory by Thomas Peace 2013

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True hate is instant separation…

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Wasp by Thomas Peace 2013

Wasp by Thomas Peace 2013

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Each of us is highly responsible…

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Toad by Thomas Peace 2013

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Wars are essentially stupid…

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Katydid  (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Katydid (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Katydid (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Katydid (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Katydid (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Katydid (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Spring…

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Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness–

now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain

are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)

something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring

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Spring Fledglings (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Spring Fledglings (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Spring Fledglings (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Spring Fledglings (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Spring Fledglings (3) by Thomas Peace 2013
Spring Fledglings (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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The human brain can be split and two fields of consciousness then occur…

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Some of the important things that we must be leery about, in our passage through life, are organizations and old-fashioned traditions that steer us into the complacency of being mere followers.   Many of us might maintain that we do not merely “follow the crowd”; but so many of us do so, unawares, not really seeing or realizing how we blindly follow the manner, habits, and cold indifference of others.  We chronically copy others, yet think that we are independent… not mere followers.  Some of us are warmly caring… but not nearly enough of us are.

What I’m about to tell you isn’t going to be what you’ll like to hear (i.e., read).  It goes against people’s grain, so to speak.  Bear with me on this; but don’t continue to read if you are easily disturbed.   It goes, if one examines deeply and objectively,  against much of what a lot of us have been told — and what was ingrained into us — about the afterlife (i.e., heaven or reincarnation or some such stuff)…  and about free will, conditioning, and awareness.   However, don’t — upon reading about it — merely allow yourself to get depressed, melancholy, and disheveled.   One’s life can be eternally significant, despite what occurs concerning the human brain.   Despite what the following may imply… one can still become imbued by the eternal.  

I learned about it many years ago, while in college.  I had read  extensive articles about it; and it caused me to really delve into different aspects and avenues of spirituality involving understanding the whole of existence.  It — what the articles were about — certainly was shocking to me.  The articles dealt with how surgeons severed the corpus callosum.   The human brain is, in a big way, a lot like the two halves of the inside of a walnut.  Connecting the halves is what is known as the corpus callosum.  Surgeons have had to sever the corpus callosum in certain individuals — such as those suffering from certain forms of epilepsy — in order to try to keep the severity of the seizures down.  In patients who have had their corpus callosum severed, the right half of the brain does not know what the left half of the brain is thinking (and vice versa).  In other words, two fields of separate consciousness are created (following the surgery)… when initially there was one.  This type of surgery has occurred many times; it is not some kind of theoretical proposition or fluke (one-time) occurrence.

People, following such surgery, exist as two separate minds within one body.  Instances have occurred wherein a man (following having his corpus callosum severed) was trying to pull his pants up with his right hand… while his left hand was trying to pull his pants down.  (Each field of consciousness had something different in mind!)  Another (similar) man was observed trying to strike his wife with one hand, while the other hand tried to stop the opposite hand from hitting her.

Does this have deep implications about life for us?  You bet it does!   The implications extend far beyond what most care to look into; however, it would be prudent if they did look deeper.   Many are afraid to look deeper.  I, for one, looked deeper.   I am glad that I did (look deeper).  The implications are extensive.   Does it negate the possibility of eternity for us?   No, it does not!   However, merely looking at life in our standard, old-fashioned ways — as we have always done in the past — may not be prudent (considering this).  We have to change the way we look at things.  Otherwise we will become more and more fragmented inwardly and outwardly (not entirely unlike the unfortunate patients of the brain surgery).  Many people don’t wish to change; but change we must!

 

Walnuts black by José Luis Hernández Zurdo

Walnuts black by José Luis Hernández Zurdo

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Jealousy and Social-oriented Fear…

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Meadow Flowers by Thomas Peace 2013

Meadow Flowers by Thomas Peace 2013

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Wisdom and Truth…

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Thorn-mimic Treehopper & Ant by Thomas Peace 2013

Thorn-mimic Treehopper & Ant by Thomas Peace 2013

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The “perceiver” is “the perceived”…

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Stick Insect In Woods (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Stick Insect In Woods (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Stick Insect in Woods (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Stick Insect in Woods (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Stick Insect In Woods (3) by Thomas Peace 2013
Stick Insect In Woods (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Stick Insect In Woods (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

Stick Insect In Woods (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Don’t follow anybody…

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A true democracy is one which exists beyond dogmatic leaders.  In such a society, people could vote, referendum style, on key issues periodically, through the usage of, for instance, computers.  Instead of having stuffy, life-long political barons, we could (jury-duty style) have responsible people work in groups of 12 (or thereabouts) to, on a temporary, rotating basis,  regulate and coordinate the voting and election results; that would be a true democracy (and no “politicians,” no feigning baby-kissers nor totalitarians need be involved).

Religiously, so many of us, too, want to be lead.  But is true religion what one can be lead in?  You can be lead to a dead thing.  But you cannot be lead to a dynamic, truly living (non-stagnant) thing.  It may very well be that the truly sacred is not what any concocted, fabricated, man-made path can lead to.  However, so many of us stay on our separate, fabricated, traditional paths (that were handed down to us like a pair of old pants).  In a separate path, one easily looks at others (who are not in it) with an air of superiority and separation.  The truly sacred may not be what can be touched by what remains in isolated groups, which separate themselves from other groups (causing more friction and division in the world).  So many of us want to be where we can easily be “told.”  But if truth is never merely second-hand… it cannot ever merely be told from one to another; being told is receiving something in a second-hand way; real truth is never second- hand.  Shadows are second-hand.  It may be that one has to discover it (i.e., truth) anew (freshly and directly) for oneself each and every moment.  

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A learned man came to me once.

He said, “I know the way, — come.”

And I was overjoyed at this.

Together we hastened.

Soon, too soon, were we

Where my eyes were useless,

And I knew not the ways of my feet.

I clung to the hand of my friend;

But at last he cried: “I am lost.”

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Wild Flowers by Thomas Peace 2013

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Ants and Uncles…

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Shadow of Yellow (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Shadow of Yellow (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Shadow of Yellow (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Shadow of Yellow (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Intimate Contacts…

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Hover Flies (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Hover Flies (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Hover Flies (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Hover Flies (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Hover Flies (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Hover Flies (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Kite Festival Photos…

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Grand Haven (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven (4) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven (5) by Thomas Peace 2013
Grand Haven (5) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven (6) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven (6) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven (7) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven (7) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Stunt Kite Tricking… Video and Photos (to Homemade Rock Music)…

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I trick stunt kites (dual-line stunt kites) — for exercise and as a hobby — and have been doing it for many years.  The tricks within the video may look easy; however, they are extremely difficult.  Many of the tricks in the video take a very long time to nail and perform properly.  For instance, when I, a few years ago — at a kite festival — asked an experienced kite trick flyer about how to do a trick called the Comete… he told me that he has been trying to learn the trick for 3 or 4 years so far, and still has not learned how to do it.  Stunt kite flying is a lot like playing a musical instrument; it takes a lot of skill and a lot of practice to get it right.

I love the exercise that it provides!  You wouldn’t believe how you get out of breath and burn calories when stunt kite tricking properly!  There is nothing like being out there with nature, with the soaring birds and other creatures… just enjoying the moment!  It is a very environmentally friendly hobby to have!  No gas residues, emissions, or waste materials are involved!  It sure beats staying indoors, stagnantly playing some video game.  Oftentimes large hawks or other types of birds will stop, hover, and stay and watch the kite tricking for quite a long period of time (as if mesmerized)!   Give it a try sometime!  You’ll be glad that you did!  Invest in a more inexpensive kite at first… but do give it a try!  (Watch learning videos, on how to do it; and if  the kite is quickly heading for the ground… give it plenty of slack; don’t panic and pull, as most people do!) You are never too young or too old to be kite flying!  I’m in my 60’s… and don’t plan on quitting any time soon!  (Be sure to always wear a good quality pair of sunglasses and to use plenty of sun screen!)  Get out there, have a blast, and fly!  And, above all, never get discouraged about things and let go… life is too (eternally) precious!

The music with the accompanying video was composed and played (on synthesizers) by myself.

from E. E. Cummings:

o by the by
has anybody seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at blue?

with a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flame

blue took it my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer took it your
but bluest took it our
away beyond where

what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmurs little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
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The photos, that follow, except for the first, were taken at the Grand Haven Kite Festival, in Grand Haven, Michigan.

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Here’s a direct link to the video website, which you can alternatively go to and watch if (quality-wise) the following attached video doesn’t work within this post well (for you):

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Older photo of Sea Devil Kite... by Thomas Peace 2013

Older photo of Sea Devil Kite… by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Have Kite Festival (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven Michigan Kite Festival (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven Michigan Kite Festival (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven Michigan Kite Festival (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven Michigan Kite Festival (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Grand Haven Michigan Kite Festival (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Winter Scene…

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The following is a short (simple) video of it snowing where we live… along an Illinois river bank; a couple of photos are additionally included.  Snow, even though it means the absence of all my favorite bugs and creatures (for a while), is cool (in more ways than one)!  The snow was quite beautiful… as it always is!

Each snowflake is unique, not like the others; yet, from a distance, they all look rather the same. Each of us (humans) is unique; however, in a big way, we are all the same. We — each and every one of us — have hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people whom we love and cherish. However, each of our hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people are different from everyone else’s. We can even be considerably more unique when we stop blindly following our flaky leaders — who don’t have a clue about where they’re going (and drifting to) anyway — and, instead, independently look at life beyond what we’ve merely been molded and shaped to see.  

from Emily Dickinson:

It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –

It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Veil

To Stump, and Stack – and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them –

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Going beyond mere reflections…

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March is coming.  No doubt, the river must soon be (in a reactive) flowing… just like most humans are fixated in a reactive flowing.  An overabundance of reactive flowing may not easily allow for a direct perception of truth.  Just as each surface wave of a turbulent (spring) river reflects things in a distorted, fragmentary way… so the essence of each thought is constituted of fragmentation and a significant degree of distortion.  Time is as a river.   Perhaps, in March, one will stand on the bank of the river and remember something about the call of a certain bird.  However,  it will not really be the call of a certain bird that occurs again; it will only be a virtual thing… as all thoughts are.   (Don’t merely be satisfied with the virtual.)

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NOT IDEAS ABOUT THE THING
        BUT THE THING ITSELF

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind. 

He knew that he heard it,
A bird’s cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind. 

The sun was rising at six, 
No longer a battered panache above snow… 
It would have been outside. 

It was not from the vast ventriloquism 
Of sleep’s faded paper-mache… 
The sun was coming from the outside. 

That scrawny cry–It was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun, 

Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
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A photo of the river bank that we live on; as one was taking photos, a goose, across the river, was calling out.  (The river and this article may be something to reflect on.)  (Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)

Winter River by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter River by Thomas Peace 2013

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Going after the truth no matter what the consequences are…

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Ice on River (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Frozen in Time…

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The following pictures are photos that I took of  ice along the river bank that we live on.   These look much better expanded,  so… (Left click on the pictures to enlarge them; hit the left “return arrow” to return.)

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Frozen in Time (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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