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Insights or Non- (Part 11)

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The comatoseness of the average-ordinary mind is the result of a cadaverous education.

Merely looking at life through a screen of symbols and labels — as most do — isn’t really looking at life at all.

Taking a shower isn’t good enough; cleanse yourself of the dusty, stale past.

One cannot be visited by that pristine ground of eternal sacredness unless one’s mind is of intense order and purity.

There is, despite what we were taught, no (real) separate ego or central “I” controlling thought/thinking; what occurs — other than what holistic insight and direct perception reveal — is mostly all conditioned reactions that one is not separate from.  

Being photogenic isn’t important.  Being whole, compassionate, and perceptive is important.

 

 

After a Shower … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

 

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I Had a Pet Frog (named Infinitum) but He Croaked… This Poem is Dedicated to Him…

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AD INFINITUM                                                        😦

 

My wonderful, magnificent
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.
But then, my wonderful, magnificent 
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.  
But then, my wonderful, magnificent 
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.  
But then, my wonderful, magnificent 
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.  
But then, my wonderful, magnificent 
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.
But then, my wonderful, magnificent
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.
But then, my wonderful, magnificent
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.
But then, my wonderful, magnificent
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.
But then, my wonderful, magnificent
pet frog croaked, and i was very sad.
The next day, he was quite alive,
and i was very happy.  

Ad Infinitum…                                                                🙂 

 

 

My Eastern Gray Tree Frog named Infinitum … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

 

 

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Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

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Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
walked through some woods, but one had to pee.
Said Tweedle-dum to Tweedle-dee,
“I need to pee, but so you 
can’t see.”
“But I don’t want to go blind,”
said Tweedle-dee.
So Tweedle-dum did
not pee,
and remained good friends
with Tweedle-dee.

So the next time you are
walking deep in the observative woods,
hold it all in
as Tweddle-dum knows you should.

 

 

Spotted Green Tiger Beetle crossing the Urinary River … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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Cuddling with our Animal Friends

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Many of my fellow bloggers
     have a close and wonderful
     relationship with the animals
     in their lives
     (whom they often photograph)…
     such as Scifi, Francis, Curious Introvert, 
     67steffen, and others, with their dogs;
     others with their cats,
      Linda with her pet-like squirrels,
      and others with their cuddly pets.
     So i tried to get close to one
     of my sweet photography subjects,
     a wonderful wasp.
     It stung the hell out of me!

 

 

 

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I was just kidding about the sting… but i was so close to it that i could have kissed it!   🙂
I did get stung by a wasp (while just walking along by the riverside) a number of days after taking this photo, but i am so impervious to bee and wasp stings — i don’t even swell up whatsoever — that it meant nothing to me.  

Not so friendly wasp … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

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Rollie Pollie from the Ancient Past…

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Similar to miniature armored tanks
from the prehistoric past,
you scurry along like ancient,
deep sea Silurian Period trilobites
(with shielding exteriors) 
to be envied by soft, fragile, vulnerable we.

 

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Much like M.C.Escher’s famous Curl-up Prints — these crustaceans probably inspired him — Rollie Pollies (or Pill Bugs) are capable of rolling up into protective balls, just like trilobites did many millions of years ago in the deep oceans.   This particular species looks to be more like a Sow Bug so is likely not able to fully roll up like an almost similar looking Pill Bug can.  Most Rollie Pollies live up to two years.  They are the only crustaceans that can spend their entire life on land.  They mostly eat dead vegetation.  They breathe by means of gills, which necessitates needing to be in a humid air environment (such as under logs).

 

Sow Bug from the Past… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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Space

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Few of us, so very few of us, have deep, immeasurable space within (and “as”) the mind.  Most minds are endlessly chattering about one thing or another, filled with series after series of limited thoughts (which are merely symbols), images, fears, opinions, musical tunes, and past experiences.  Most minds are satisfied with remaining cluttered by what was poured into them.  Most go from one series of reacting thoughts and repetitive reconfigurations to another… endlessly.  Being satisfied with that is the norm, and that leads to depression, melancholiness, and division.

This space — of thought — which most people adhere to, and consist of, is of limitation.  It is the small space of fragmentary symbols, which thoughts actually are.  It is the little space between “self” and “other life forms.”  It is the fallacious space between a supposed “me” and the so-called distant thoughts that it allegedly controls.   It is the space between the past and the future.  It is the space between “us” and “them.”  It is the little space of sorrow.

Remain plastered there, if you wish.  However, it may be most prudent to intelligently consider going beyond the norm.  Will going beyond the norm necessitate more methodologies (from the stale past of the old teachers and religious/philosophical/political leaders)?  Will going beyond the norm require following certain patterns in time, as in the ways we have merely functioned in throughout the past?  Surely not!  Love cannot exist deeply and profoundly if limited patterns and limited space crowd the mind.  It is the mind that is full of walls of separation and limitation that is the prejudiced mind, the hating mind, the callous and uncaring mind.  Love cannot enter what is limited, fragmented, contaminated, and “unwhole.”  

 

Perpetuity… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018