All Posts Tagged ‘thoughts

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My absence…

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I have not been blogging lately.  The reason why is that my wife, Marla, had to have surgery recently.  She had a total shoulder replacement done.  I have not had time to do any blogging due to helping her with things.  Perhaps I will be able to blog once in a while soon; we will see.  The surgery went well… and she is recovering better than expected.  Marla has a very delicate constitution and is extremely fragile.  A lot of this has to do with the Wilson’s Disease that she has.  Wilson’s Disease is a rare disorder; it is genetic and involves the inability of the body to metabolize copper.  The copper can then act as a poison within individuals who are not properly treated for the disease.  Related to the Wilson’s Disease, Marla has very severe neck dystonia… wherein her neck muscles become extremely tense and rigid; she gets botox injections to help treat the dystonia.  For a long time, Marla was on penicillamine to treat the Wilson’s.  However, that medication had so many side-effects that it was almost as bad as having the disease itself.  Marla, likely due to the penicillamine, developed ARDS and almost died.  Then she had to have neck surgery for collapsed neck vertebrae, a surgery that took 11 hours and caused her to have very limited swallowing ability.  Now she mostly receives nutrition via a gastrostomy tube that goes to her stomach area.  I help her with the enteral feedings and various things, and it is time consuming.  These days, Wilson’s Disease is easily treated with zinc; the zinc has, fortunately, little or no side effects.  Marla bravely contends with her physical problems; she often helps others (who have Wilson’s Disease or dystonia) to better understand things about those ailments; she, as a person, is as sweet as can be and is an extremely wonderful and very understanding person.  I am honored to be married to her and want to make sure that she does well throughout the recovery process.

 Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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The light with no opposite… (Multi-Photo)

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The world is

The world is

becoming more

and more

insane and

insensitive;

but one

must remain

must remain

very sane

and 

very sensitive.

Deep light

transcends

the darkness

and is…

and is

unaffected

by it.

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Grape Hyacinths (1).  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Grape Hyacinths (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Grape Hyacinths (2) (Color Pencil, Digital) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Grape Hyacinths (2) (Color Pencil, Digital) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Peace…

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Peace is everyone’s responsibility.  We must all go beyond violence and care for one another.  One is different from, but not separate from, whom one perceives.

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I’m 63 years old and I’ve kept tropical fish ever since I was in the 5th grade.  I even had an aquarium in my college dorms when I went to college.  For a long time now, I’ve been keeping, raising, and breeding, various forms of miniature catfish called Corydoras (“Cory” catfish).  In terms of peace, all of the species of the genus Corydoras are totally peaceful and non-belligerent; I have never, in all the years that I’ve had them, ever observed them acting aggressively or being hostile to one another, or toward other fish.   I was taking photographs of my miniature Corydoras Reticulated Julii Catfish when I noticed them laying eggs.  In the bottom photograph, the female is with a male (doing their thing); look closely at her bottom ventral fins; she is holding two eggs in those fins (as the fins are held together in a prayer-like fashion).  Later (after they are fertilized) she will (carry them around for quite some time) and then secure them to plant leaves or upon the aquarium glass.  (These catfish are definitely good for going green while keeping aquarium fish.  They do not require aquarium heaters, and two separate aquariums can be maintained with a 4 watt air pump.)  Corydoras are, like I mentioned, extremely peaceful… (plus they are beautiful and are always comical in their actions).

 

Trio of Corydoras trilineatus. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Trio of Corydoras trilineatus. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Corydoras trilineatus mating with eggs below clasped in female's bottom fins.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Corydoras trilineatus mating with eggs below clasped in female’s bottom fins. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Dragon King (Multi-Photo)

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Mighty dexterous Dragon King

far back as the Carboniferous

heavy-bodied, strong flying,

adroit acrobat of the air

with iridescent soap-bubble-like wings

an aerodynamic, amphibious, predatory, territorial glider

who hunts on the wing

and who has to answer to

nobody

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Dragon in his Lair. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Dragon in his Lair. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Dragon in his Lair. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Dragon in his Lair. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

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That neverending tree… (Multi-Photo)

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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

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Eastern Redbud Study.  (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eastern Redbud Study. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eastern Redbud Study.  (2)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eastern Redbud Study. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Poor Dandelion… (Poorer Man)…

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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

Dandelion Study. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Reality and Un (Multi-Photo)

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You can choose your friends but you can’t choose your reality.  Either face reality as it really is or adhere to something false that will render you blind in the long run. That is the gist of it!  (Facing reality as it really is involves looking without the accumulated past… involves not looking with what you were “taught.”  Very few are willing or able to do that.  To face reality as it really is involves there being no fear, no desire according to someone’s system and promises… involves looking very scientifically, but without hoarded conclusions and beliefs.   Most feel naked and afraid without being clothed in accumulated beliefs, practices, methodologies, and conclusions.)

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Resting Fledgling. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Resting Fledgling. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Resting Fledgling. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Resting Fledgling. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The story of the lagging worker…

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His boss wanted to fire him because he was accused, by his coworkers, of moving at a snail’s pace.  

“I realize that I’m a bit sluggish,”  he exclaimed, while red with embarrassment.”  He then said, “There are a lot of sluggards in my family, I know; we were brought up wrong, and some of us are trying our best to get out of the vicious spiral that we are in; please give me another chance.”

“Well, OK,” said his boss, with a straight face.

And so he happily continued in his job of cleaning the inside glass of aquariums… not once thinking that his job sucks.  

[If you are still working for an employer, remember this little story, and realize that (in deep reflection) the observer may not be all that separate from the observed.]

Red Ramshorn Snail. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Red Ramshorn Snail. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Nature and Man…

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Mankind needs to be far more gentle to this small, fragile planet!

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Wild Chicory. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Wild Chicory. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Beyond prefabrication…

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Do not lifelessly become merely what they want you to become; flower into something magically more true, unlimited, beautiful, and dynamic!

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Amazingly Different.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Amazingly Different. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Real silence and a rather dead kind of silence… (Multi-Photo)

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Do not merely make a meditative silence into something that is isolated and separate from noise in life.  Be very careful in what you accept and do.  In all probability, a separate silence that is cultivated, that is practiced at a special time or place, is a rather second-hand, merely learned, rather dead, kind of silence.  Actual, profound silence is an effortless phenomenon that occurs without premeditation, beyond calculation, and beyond techniques involving time.  As such it is a timeless phenomenon that may occur often, spontaneously throughout the day (without some separate controller “making it happen”), such as while one is walking, looking at nature, petting a dog or cat, or exercising.  If it occurs at all, it occurs naturally, without any false effort expended by a supposed “center” or “controller” that is essentially a learned image (involving separation).  It (i.e., such deep silence) is not something that is isolated from the rest of life.  It is of life, in life; it permeates life, it flows with life.  Real life is not something that is  practiced; it is something that is lived.  To manipulate the mind into some isolated silence may be like trying to catch the wind in a sealed bottle.  Attempting to confine the wind in a separate, little, “special” space — called a bottle — may be rather ludicrous.

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On its way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

On its way. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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As this is being read… (Multi-Photo)

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As this is being read, is your posture correct?  Correct posture is important, as is correct and orderly thinking.

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Turquoise Severum. (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Turquoise Severum. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Turquoise Severum.  (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Turquoise Severum. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Flowers, silence, and magically beyond me… (Multi-Photo)

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I never left where I’ve always been

and I’ve always been where I never left

I never found what I always lost

and I always lost what I never found

I never thought where I’ve never been

and I’ve never been where thought never was

Where thought never was is where the real magic has always been

and the real magic has always been where thought never was

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Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Flowers and me. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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That babbling brook… (Multi-Photo)

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Listening to the babbling of a beautiful, nature-filled brook… rather than the babbling of stuffy, old politicians…

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Babbling Brook. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Babbling Brook. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Babbling Brook. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Babbling Brook. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Go beyond vengeance… (Multi-Photo)

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(Just a few days ago was the 150th anniversary of the night Abraham Lincoln was fatally shot by John Wilkes Booth.)

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the energy… it’s swirling,twirling

moving through the hand

of a man named Lincoln

some leader of a land

 

the play went on the gun was cocked

the killer took his aim

some say the twirling,whirling cells

could only move in vein

 

precise premonition lying listless

across a sordid balcony floor

as disbelief and shock called out

and raced through the narrow(minded) door

 

icy hatred’s revenge seldom is ever beautiful

as twirling life flows beyond perceptual range

warm grace lies beyond cold malice and vengeance

apprehension leaves,arrives, as the winds of change

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Stealth. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Stealth. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

 

 

 

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Regarding “Jumping to Conclusions”… (Multi-Photo)

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If you are a diminutive jumping spider, by all means jump!  Jumping is your life and calling card.  If you are a human being, by all means jump with your legs and feet too (and exercise a lot).  However, it would be prudent not to — like so many do — jump to conclusions.  Jumping to conclusions often stifles the mind and often causes it to perceive things that are not legitimate and true.  So many of us jump to conclusions.  When we jump to conclusions… we are those conclusions.  Being a conclusion may be rather dead and “unalive.”  Go visit a cemetery; most of the people there (I’ll bet) probably came to conclusions!    😉

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Tiny Jumping Spider. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tiny Jumping Spider. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tiny Jumping Spider. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tiny Jumping Spider. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Raccoon (Multi-Photo)

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A furry ball, with legs, 

mischievous, bandit-like,

omnivorous, curious, stalking,

walking in our area,

which is also his area,

our area,

his kind were here first,

in a way, we are the intruders,

bare-skinned, bipedal, tall, 

like-wise mischievous, ape-like,

dangerous, stalking, stealing…

Local Night Bandit. (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace  c. 2015

Local Night Bandit. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Local Night Bandit. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace  c. 2015

Local Night Bandit. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Nothing is hidden from that otherness… (Multi-Photo)

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For the sacred to visit you and be palpable, your innocence must be discernible and unmistakable.   That innocence must penetrate far beyond crude conventionality.  That innocence stands alone and is different… not for the sake of being different, but because it perceives deeply beyond the ordinary.

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Open for business. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Open for business. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Open for business. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Open for business. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Where the treasure is… (Multi-Photo)

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Truth (and the treasure) are not in your wallet… they’re in your heart.

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Probing for needed minerals. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Probing for needed minerals. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

Probing for needed minerals. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Probing for needed minerals. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The world is but a flower… (Multi-Photo)

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the world is but a flower

unfurling for an hour

and that hour is beautifully and infinitely long

as is the innocence of a little butterfly who can do no wrong

Cabbage Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Cabbage Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Cabbage Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Cabbage Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The winding forest… (Multi-Photo)

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Close to the dazzling ocean

I wanted to mentor them

each and every single,spraying drop

each and every friend

 

Inside the combative,clashing waves

I tried to comfort them

within endlessly flowing life currents

with end inside of begin

 

Deep within the winding forest

we shouted loud to them

but no human sounds were ever heard

nothing but bold,towering trees within

 

Inside each of the ever joyous trees

perennial,green life continues to grow

without neural networks of pain

without the need to know

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The journey is the destination. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The journey is the destination. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The journey is the destination. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The journey is the destination. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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An average Ode to Mr. Average… (Multi-Photo)

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Mr. Average walked along in his very average way.

Mr. Average — according to his father — was born on a very average day.

Mr. Average, when he was young, went to a very average school.

Mr. Average, when in class, was around average with the breaking of the rules.

Mr. Average, within his mind, partook in an average degree of thinking.

Mr. Average, regarding his eyes (each day) blinked with around the average blinking.

Mr. Average, like most everyone around, saw his self as being separate and apart.

Mr. Average, when shopping with his wife, was a typical shopper at his local Walmart.

Mr. Average, regarding his diet, ate all of the typical meat.

Mr. Average lived in a rather typical American suburb and  lived on a typical street.

Mr. Average, regarding his shape and weight, was not excessively round.

Mr. Average, regarding his thoughts and feelings, never felt anything profound.

Mr. Average, throughout his life, worked at a very average job.

Mr. Average, regarding living things suffering, was never inclined to sob.

Mr. Average, as a father, sent all of his children to an average school.

Mr. Average had around the normal degree of anger… when someone would call him a fool.

Mr. Average uttered the typical saying as he uttered his very last breath.

Mr. Average, when they hurriedly buried him, was interred at around the average depth.

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An average Cemetery Beetle  (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

An average Cemetery Beetle (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

An average Cemetery Beetle. (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

An average Cemetery Beetle. (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

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Large with joy… (Multi-Photo)

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a microscopic mushroom

growing on a tree

is an umbrella for someone little

who is large with joy and free

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Micro-mushrooms in Moss. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Micro-mushrooms in Moss. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Micro-mushrooms in Moss. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Micro-mushrooms in Moss. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The supposedly dominating central controller… (Multi-Photo)

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Your concept of “I” is not truly what dominates over your other supposedly subordinate (supposedly subservient) thoughts.  All thoughts — including the concept of “I” (or that internal “me”) — are conditioned responses… and, as such, one does not (in reality) truly dominate over the others.  Profound awareness and immense intelligence transcends conditioning (at least to some significant extent) and goes beyond the deep misconceptions that the aforementioned sentence suggests.  Via erroneous (primitive) education, billions are saturated with such substantial misconceptions and delusions (of a “central controller”)… and this, in turn, causes much needless friction and deceit (within the brain) which often projects as additional disorder both within the brain and out from the brain.  Better education could help to change things for the better.  We, as a society, have a long way to go before we transcend out of very psychologically crude, primitive realms.  True freedom lies not in the concept of free will, but in the daily, intelligent (method-free) understanding of the mind, which may allow one to actually joyfully exist (at times) beyond the limited field of total conditioning.  With such freedom comes real goodness and order (beyond mere reactions).

(Added note: This is one fundamental reason why so very few, throughout the world — over time — have truly been enlightened.  A process or technique developed or utilized by a fictitious center cannot ever find profound truth; the profound truth comes only when conditioning and needless conflict, friction, and deceit are dissipated… and not dissipated by some supposed central agent that is — in itself — a major result of ignorance and conditioning.  For so many — for so long — it has been like throwing water to drowning people in order to save them!) 

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 Jumping spider in Lily. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Jumping spider in Lily. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Jumping spider in Lily. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Jumping spider in Lily. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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That immense, limitless energy… (Multi-Photo)

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That sacred intelligence — the all-pervading energy — must affect men in profound ways that are evident to those who intelligently inquire!

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Little Nymph. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Little Nymph. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Little Nymph. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Little Nymph. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Grace…

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Grace is decency, consideration, compassion, and goodwill towards all.  Grace is enjoying life and not harming it!

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Male Yellow-bellied Sapsucker. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Male Yellow-bellied Sapsucker. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Some don’t feel that Wednesday exists…

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Monday, the atheist, didn’t feel that Wednesday ever existed, but Tuesday feels a closeness to Wednesday that Monday can’t understand.

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Looking for Wednesday.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Looking for Wednesday. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Katydid… (Multi-Photo)

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You were 

green with envy

and those big, greedy eyes — of course — were

a large part of the reason why.

And those massive, attentive ears of yours,

upon your knees,

were nature’s way of letting you stand up to what you hear

about yourself.

When you passed by that radiant tile

and reflectively peered at yourself,

 you vainly realized

that you were

the most beautiful

Katy(that ever)did.

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(Note: Katydids actually do have hearing mechanisms on their front leg — knee — areas; this affords their narrow bodies with wide, stereoscopic hearing.  This better, stereoscopic hearing aids greatly in locating prey and in evading predators.)

 Beautiful Katy! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beautiful Katy! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Beautiful Katy! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beautiful Katy! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Oh, where is Tom?… (Multi-Photo)

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Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…

When I was a child, they’d say:

Oh, where is Tom?…

And always the answer was…

Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.

Now that I’m rather gray and elderly, they say:

Oh, where is Tom?…

Well, he’s with the toads and frogs, the snakes and snails and insects.

Toads and frogs, snakes and snails and insects…

😉

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(Note:  Many insects see, in addition to other colors, ultraviolet – which we humans can’t see – so the following photo may be like what they actually perceive.)

Nature enthusiasts. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Nature enthusiasts. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

Nature enthusiasts. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Nature enthusiasts. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Where separation ends…

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Strolling under vast skies of blue

one’s self disappeared into everything new

Running through thick fields of green

one saw oneself in everything seen

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Viola Flowers.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Viola Flowers. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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A mind that is endlessly babbling to itself… (Multi-Photo)

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A mind that is endlessly babbling to itself is immured in its own prison of bad habits.  Be silent and attentive!

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Calling for spring. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Calling for spring. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Calling for spring. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Calling for spring. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The implicit order…

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To run parallel with the implicit order of the universe is to dynamically act with intelligence and compassion.

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Silver-spotted Skipper. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Silver-spotted Skipper. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Ode to a Tree… (Multi-Photo)

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Towering skyscraper

beyond the roots of pain

endlessly growing

touching the heavens

tossing winds again and again

 

Perfect being

beyond shallow wants or needs

purer than proud

straight among brothers

never feeling hate or greed

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Skyscraper. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Skyscraper. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Skyscraper. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Skyscraper. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Frozen in time…

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You have to take it beyond the limit

and you are the limit.

Beyond that is a beautiful psychological (not physical) dying that is passionately burning…

but most are numbly frozen to something old, cold, and the chilling result of hardened learning.

Fluidly stream beyond that (and beyond rock solid words)…

reflect on what is rarely beautifully seen!

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Frozen in Time. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Frozen in Time. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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in each living Spring…

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compact and entwined

in each living Spring

are Life’s splendid creatures

majestic living things

 

like a chrysalis patiently waiting

to joyfully unfold

Spring has books of living stories

waiting to be told

 

from nothing comes something

it arrives every year

few love it enough

the Treasure is near

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Fledglings in a nest.  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Fledglings in a nest. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Legs… (Multi-Photo)

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On an extremely small, green planet, there was a large animal called “horse” that had four legs…

and not one of the legs felt it was separate from the other legs.

Each leg — of “horse” — walked and galloped in great beauty and harmony with the other legs;

had one or more of the legs felt it(they) was(were) separate from the other legs,

“horse” would kick and buck in disharmony.

Upon this diminutive planet, called “earth,” there were also billions of inhabitants, called “humans,”

and these “humans,” with bipedal legs, mostly thought that they were separate from those

upon other legs.  They often fought in vicious wars and kicked others who walked and ran on two legs.

They also hunted and harmed many of those walking on four legs and were also often mindlessly indifferent

about the environment containing all the legs.  However, a small few sagaciously and harmoniously realized

that their legs were not at all separate… and that none of the legs were really separate whatsoever.

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(Note: Left click on the art-oriented one to see the detail. Click on arrow to return.)

Eight legs. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eight legs. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eight legs. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Eight legs. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Passing by treasures…

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Ignorance often doesn’t recognize its own ignorance.  Wisdom often goes unrecognized by those who have little wisdom.   Many even indifferently pass by the beauty of flowers and nature.   Be beyond that!

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Beyond the stigma. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond the stigma. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Beyond couch potato values… (Multi-Photo)

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Many shirk responsibility for others and for all of life… because  doing nothing is easy.  Go beyond dead comfort!

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Yellow Stars. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Yellow Stars. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Penciled Stars. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Penciled Stars. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Smoke and Mirrors… (Multi-Photo)

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There was a comedian on television the other night… and she said: “It seems like everyone is online as a philosopher or spiritual adviser these days… telling you to ‘love everything as one,’  or to ‘be at one with nature,’ but then — at the office, at work — they characteristically act nasty, indifferent, and cold.”

There are endless volumes of material being put out on the internet, in books, and other media — by innumerable so-called “experts” — chock full of advice on spirituality, philosophy, meditation, and mindfulness… yet, essentially, only very, very few of the people conveying their endless tips and suggestions have experienced or gone through profound enlightenment whatsoever.   Here’s the thing:   A lot of blind people think that they’ve seen the light; but this “thinking” is not the actuality.   There are a million ways to go wrong — though they may seem fine and dandy (and wonderful) — and many people take others with them through such ways.

From Stephen Crane:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         (This poem also occurs within my book.)

 

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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Beyond smoke. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond smoke. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond smoke. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Beyond smoke. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Internal mirror of distortion…

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True integrity is the honesty of perception; not being one thing… and then internally claiming (to yourself) to be something else; and it’s not pretense to others either!  A truly mindful, wise being is unrelenting regarding seeing the actions that he or she is (precisely for what they are); in this, there are no lame excuses, cushioning rationalizations, or softening distortions.  You are what you are at (and “as”) that moment in time… plain and simple… without all the extraneous deceit.

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A frog not a prince. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

A frog not a prince. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

A frog not a prince. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

A frog not a prince. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Of Butterflies and Bees… (Multi-Photo)

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something above the grass

stirs my very heart

butterflies and bees

are Life’s living art

 

some things in the woods

are my very soul

the animals,the trees,and i

are always very whole

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Of Butterflies and Bees. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Of Butterflies and Bees. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Of Butterflies and Bees. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Of Butterflies and Bees. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Beyond learned images… (Multi-Photo)

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Look beyond the learned patterns; see beyond the limited, learned symbols!

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Together. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Together. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Together. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Together. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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(Multi-Photo)*** Sometimes beyond labeling and recognition…

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The wise mind goes beyond constant symbolic thinking.  It does not — therefore — necessarily need to always be recognizing things as it was taught.  Constant recognition involves constant thought, mental labeling, categorization, and residual attribute manipulation.  Constant recognition is a form of reacting; and reacting is second-hand and is not essentially original.

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Together as one (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Together as one (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Together as one (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Together as one (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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(Multi-Photo)*** Stuck in the ideas of others…

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Be very careful:   The security of mere belief may be blind detachment from intelligent inquiry and open observation.

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Volkswagen Beetle (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Volkswagen Beetle (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Volkswagen Beetle (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Volkswagen Beetle (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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(Multi-Photo)*** Fears…

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Physical threats can be escaped from… and psychological fears are not separate from what you are.

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The Jaws of Life (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The Jaws of Life (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The Jaws of Life (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The Jaws of Life (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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(Multi-Photo)*** Beyond friction in the mind…

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Ideals cause conflict and friction in the mind.  Existing without them and without conflict is true intelligence.  Instead of having (and “being”) mere ideals… observe what is taking place from moment to moment (without the conflict that occurs between the “ideal” and the “actuality”… or the conflict that occurs between “fantasized images of the watcher” and the “watched”) and let understanding  and learning (beyond conflict) flower.  Ideals cause friction between “what you actually are” and what “you wish to be.”  Profound understanding trumps ideals every time!  When you clearly understand that a certain snake is venomous and extremely poisonous, you naturally avoid getting bitten; you don’t need an ideal about not kissing that snake;  intelligence and understanding naturally have you act with (and “as”) caution (beyond lame, fabricated ideals).

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Green in green (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Green in green (1). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Green in green (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

Green in green (2). Photo by Thomas Peace 2015

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(Multi-Photo)*** Majestic Creatures…

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in our lush and magical garden

creatures come and go

although they’re here forever

 

they endlessly busy themselves

with enjoying alive

without learned thoughts

of death

or

never

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Endlessly Busy (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Endlessly Busy (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Endlessly busy (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Endlessly busy (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

 

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(Multi-Photo)*** I’m Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover… (see lyrics)

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Though our situation may seem rather unlucky now and then… be appreciative for what you have (or who you are with) and are.  We are very lucky to have gotten to this point in (and “as”) time and space, whomever we are.

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“I’m Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover”
(originally by Art Mooney)

I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane

No need explaining
The one remaining is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before

I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane

No need explaining
The one remaining is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before

I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane

No need explaining
The one remaining is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
I overlooked before
I overlooked before

Be a 4-leaf clover (2).  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Be a 4-leaf clover (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Be a 4-leaf clover (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Be a 4-leaf clover (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Beyond groping…

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To a truly wise mind, many supposedly tantalizing sensations are often — though not always —  rather trivial and unnecessary… because a truly wise mind is fully content in itself, not needing extraneous stimuli to (eventually) make it happy.  It is only a very empty cup that constantly craves being filled…

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Propeller. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Propeller. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Beyond Socrates’ Cave…

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Occasionally dying (without effort or methodology) — psychologically — to thinking… is harmless, bright, and intelligent.  Constantly, mechanically, habitually reacting as mere symbolic thoughts is rather cadaverous and is the equivalent to clinging to superficial shadows.

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(In Socrates’ parable of the Cave — within Plato’s Republic — people were born in a cave, and they were fettered with chains… and forced to merely see and learn the details about shadows cast on the cave walls from puppets and a fire that they didn’t see behind them. One of them was taken — at one point, by force — first to see the fire… and then out of the cave into the true light of day… into a truer reality; then he came back down into the cave with the others. When he — the man who returned back — pleaded with them to look beyond the shadows, they called him a fool, and continued giving prizes to those who could best guess which shadows came before or after.  Such is life.)

 Silhouette of a Sage (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Silhouette of a Sage (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Silhouette of a Sage (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Silhouette of a Sage (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015