Author: Peter Pilley

Once it's visible, EveryNow simply must be shared. Peace, love, illimited joy. It can be yours. EveryNow. Much of who and what this writer is I share in my various blog posts on my slowly growing EveryNow on the WordPress website. ~Love is present E v e r yN o w

A grace of reconciliation is touched upon directly here

One of the most speedy routes to a grace of reconciliation is touched upon directly here.
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How unrelenting is the pain of unresolved love?

How confusing the search for the heart of a lover?

How to keep from tumbling into uncharted emotional waters when our affections are drawn headlong towards another?

The need for certainty in the intentions of the loved person can begin as a rosebud, but it can rapidly grow up on so many different possible pathways that we see only thickets of confusion and painful thorns.
There are, I believe, only a small number of heart to heart meetings which thrive and continue in parallel harmony.
At the first signals of reciprocated affection, the mind leaps to take control of the aroused beating heart.
The mind assigns to the person who has come to the foreground of the heart’s attention a variety of labels, all of them inappropriate and irrelevant.
The person is the object of affection, the person must be targeted as if there is an immediate risk of loss.
The multicoloured spectrum of desires and aspirations, incubated for perhaps years in the closed sanctuary of the heart’s tranquil solitude, are placed like diadem and crowns – for want of any immediate proof to the contrary – like royal clothes, jewels and heavenly anointing perfumes on the shoulders of this beloved person who has appeared in our life.
If I have made peace with my heart, if my first best friend is my heart, I will be taken by surprise, interested, even amused at the way my mind tumbles over itself to take me over and attempts to lead me on this dizzying helter-skelter journey.
But after my awareness of the mind’s antics passes, it’s time to allow my heart to sing its powerful melodies and to fly on its own terms, not outwards in the direction of the other person, but inwards.
Inwards the unchained heart, glowing with love and gratitude, can be freed to soften the cravings of the soul for recognition and for celebration of its purity.

No soul needs to possess another. All souls with no exception are pure. They require a particular essence of peace in which to celebrate their natural joys, their gifts of purity. One soul seen in the mirror of another magnifies and glorifies both!

At last, the heart may trust it will find a mirror where a few of its own qualities, not all, may be reflected in some of the qualities of the heart of another.
~ ~ Love is present EveryNow

Meditation ~ on the surface of Mars

Land where no tear has fallen

The rocks have no eyes to see, but their nobility is not blind.The rock surfaces of our solar system’s bodies are newly being seen.

After at least four thousand million Earth years, our eyes are given photographs of landscapes on comets, asteroids, moons and planets.

For sure, a rock is a rock, a stone is a stone. Unconsidered and unregarded, the rocks rockiness and solidity rest in a millennial continuum.

The rocks share our Sol, our Star. The rocks had nothing to do with humans’ fleeting, squishy goings-on.

These rocks have no eyes to see, but their nobility is not blind.

The starkly naked surfaces’ untouched virginity sing an unsung song of purest silence. Silence is their eternal home. Home whose roof and walls are set all about with stars.

The polarities of light and shadow deceptively belie the rocks’ motionlessness on the surface by reference to the gentle unvarying hug of gravity.

The rocks do not have eyes to see, but their nobility is not blind.

Fear for the blindness of the robotic vehicle, for it lacks nothing except a program to show respect for millennial nobility.

Despair at the next footstep, drill hole, test blast, mineshaft.

They do not have eyes to see, these rocks, but their nobility is not blind.

For these rocks
over and over again
are blessed by Angels.

For these rock landscapes
are the privileged domain of Angels.

Here are much travelled landscapes
which carry no footprint.

Land where Angel tears have not yet fallen.

Barren, breathless, beautiful bodies
whose astral surfaces are devoid of the stain of blood.

Humans have not, nor do Angels need to have the keys to these Edens.

So stand, give reverence to our Earth rocks! Give praise for their lyric skills of silent communion!

Rejoice in the reflections I see in the primordial rocks of Gaia!

They knew it full well, the broad-shouldered builders of henges of monolithic stone.

They, the magicians of prehistory, knew that simply by our being near enough to see the rocks with every sense at peak perception, we are all magnified and mirrored in the community of stars.

As long as I can sing from my heart, I do believe

As long as I can sing from my heart, I do believe.

I believe the truths I hear in heart’s inaudible songs.
The melodies of the heart inside do call.

They are heard by the outside world like a very first voice in Spring’s dawn chorus.
Heart songs swing on heavy Summer air

As if a distant bell might have been sounding.

The startlement of the lone walker in the woods

who hears.. conversations of trees!
Yes, that flip flop of the heartbeat
When Autumn melodies come in dancing.

Heart music is most clear

To eyes closed to everything
Except the silence of its cessation.
The music of heart songs’ sounding is like tapering filaments of fire flames brightening Winter darkness.
Slowly, like the slow rotation of planets,

the eyes of lovers turn and move.
At the conjunction of their gaze
Love is present EveryNow

What moves me in Facebook’s illustrated posts?

What moves me in the quotations I read and see posted with photo illustrations on Facebook?
Some are eye-catching compositions, and a lot of them catch my eye.
Many have words that I am grateful to sip thoughtfully and with gratitude, like a nice cup of tea after coming back home.
I made a decision, when I first began my Facebook odyssey, to create my own posts, with words I pick and compose, framed or illustrated by photos or drawings I make.
This impulse is from a desire to discover what meaningful truly means for me. I can do it by my deliberate avoidance of the copy-and-paste response.
If I let myself click Share and pass on, I am chucking a valuable opportunity to discover and see and savour what it is that drew my attention in the first place.
Words from the finest minds and the brightest hearts in this world are an inspiration and they deserve our fullestĀ attention.
These exceptional people, whose words cross my field of vision, are not like the blades of grass I tread on. They are more like venerable majestic ancient trees, and their lives and the wisdom and beauty of their words merit respect and regard.
Where I stop and stand still in admiration of a landscape, or an old and picturesque settlement, it is my awed response which I deeply feel.
My feelings of awe are a sure barometer of the truth of my experience, as I become aware of the evidence all around me of the precious Accretion of Time.
For me and for almost anyone, the urge to speak, or to exclaim this awe is natural and immediate.
So this is my starting point.
Awe is my pencil. My heart is my notebook. The eyes behind my open eyes are my cinematographers.
I dive deep to find my words, because I know they will flow as soon as I step over and go beyond my quick-fire, gut-feel, rapid response impulse
~ Love is present EveryNow

Inside us live entire communities of ourselves

Contrary to the impression the mirror gives me, I am not just one, with one identity. There are entire communities of ourselves living life, living lives, ‘inside’ all of us.
Some of our constituent soulmates (for want of a better phrase) stay out of sight for all sorts of reasons.
They may need anonymity or have to preserve incognito status to effectively keep me sane and functional.
They may be capable of playing their rƓle from birth to death without recognition by my various selves.

Although, should I decide to turn my gaze, and appreciate the essential life support I am giving my selves, such bright love would spread throughout the village of me, that darkness would find few corners to hide in.

It is always, and always good to go out of my way along the little local roads before setting out on my day, and pause to make acquaintance with some of my own selves.
When I knock at any one of my stranger self’s door, I see all my Selves are intrinsically beautiful, and all have such illuminating tales to tell.
Small wonder it can take a lifetime to get around to befriending every one of who I am.

I, we, you are love.

Being collectively engaged in being love, I, we, you are eternally adored for who you all are by who we all are!
~ Love is present EveryNow

*NOTHING EXCLUDES ANYTHING*

What moves me in the quotations I read and see posted with photo illustrations on Facebook?
Some are eye-catching compositions, and a lot of them catch my eye.
Many have words that I am grateful to sip thoughtfully and with gratitude, like a nice cup of tea after coming back home.
I made a decision, when I first began my Facebook odyssey, to create my own posts, with words I pick and compose, framed or illustrated by photos or drawings I make.
This impulse is from a desire to discover what meaningful truly means for me. I can do it by my deliberate avoidance of the copy-and-paste response.
If I let myself click Share and pass on, I am chucking a valuable opportunity to discover and see and savour what it is that drew my attention in the first place.
Words from the finest minds and the brightest hearts in this world are an inspiration and they deserve our fullestĀ attention.
These exceptional people, whose words cross my field of vision, are not like the blades of grass I tread on. They are more like venerable majestic ancient trees, and their lives and the wisdom and beauty of their words merit respect and regard.
Where I stop and stand still in admiration of a landscape, or an old and picturesque settlement, it is my awed response which I deeply feel.
My feelings of awe are a sure barometer of the truth of my experience, as I become aware of the evidence all around me of the precious Accretion of Time.
For me and for almost anyone, the urge to speak, or to exclaim this awe is natural and immediate.
So this is my starting point.
Awe is my pencil. My heart is my notebook. The eyes behind my open eyes are my cinematographers.
I dive deep to find my words, because I know they will flow as soon as I step over and go beyond my quick-fire, gut-feel, rapid response impulse
~ Love is present EveryNow

Gratitude for the hard-earned gift of observing time stand still

Gratitude for the hard-earned gift of observing time stand still! It has taken sixty years to arrive and it is a partial total eclipse of desire for which I am truly grateful.
Gratitude for the multitude of people who have shaped and are shaping me. Be they family or not, dead or alive, many have freely given to me of their time out of the goodness of their heart.
Their benign influences I know have saved me from my own ignorance and saved me from death, both figurative and real.
Gratitude simply for being alive to tell this now, so many exciting decades into this one single preciously cherished life.
~ Love is present EveryNow

Stand still and the sea will converse with you

Stand still and the sea will converse with you.
Only gather to your body the stillness in that great body under the surface.
The sea will converse with you, because the sea also wants to
~ See the sense of season; sleep naked of reason

To a Father and his Son setting out to walk the Inca Trail

To a Father and his Son setting out to walk the Inca Trail
The beautiful truth of Silence is omnipresent.
This is an ever replenishing lake which love sustains with its multiplicity of fresh springs.
The quick ancestors are nowhere to be found on their trails. Their familiar ways are washed by the same rains, the winds of time continue from the same points of the compass.
The ancestors are gone.
The mountain tracks are vacant.
Stay and stand. You see them walking their trails of timelessness. When they speak, we hear with our ears attuned to the same frequencies. The frequency of love.
You and your son are walking these self-same trails in every possibleĀ time frame.
Surrender to their silences! Surrender to your sweet silences.
Go well, Friend Ā ā¤ļø
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And this was his reply on arrival in Lima
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In Beauty May I Walk
All day long may I walk;
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
Beautifully will I possess again
Beautifully birds
Beautifully butterfliesā€¦
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk;
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk;
With dew around my feet may I walk.
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me,
may I walk.
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, lively;
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, living againā€¦
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
Navajo Prayer

FRIEND, I see you completely

* Valediction *
FRIEND, I see you completely.
You see me open my hand to you in a valediction.
I say, for example,
“The light is in us. It need never, never go away. It has always been there in our hearts in all our days and nights. The light is there. It dreams us awake. It cradles us in sleep. It is here now.”
How to visualise a glorious light which nourishes solely by glory? Where is the seed of such wonderful light? It is a serious question, if question there must be. One with many answers.
I can say for example,
“Before there was light, there was bright.”
I can say,
“Before the beginning there was the power of peace. BeforeĀ peace was love.”
Only look up from where you are now. See! All this glory arises from one gentle static smile in perpetual motion!
I say,
“The peace calmly waits at the place of eternal safety.Ā  Even through the most solid gates, even at the moment of death, the brightness makes itself visible for us to see. It is Love.”
Love is the answer
to which
no question exists
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Flora or fauna – all time travellers

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I see no difference between us and these birch trees, except that the trees are born, live and die in the same spot.

And even so, they are more swarm than individuals.

Their slow progress across their landscape is in fact a form of movement from one location to another in accord with the terms of the ‘swarm’.

Billy Myles, my biology teacher, taught that the major difference between animal and vegetable is animals’ abiliity to move from place to place.

We, the animal, share attributes in common with the vegetable more deeply than we can imagine when we move past their standing selves.

Individual vegetable life-forms in a swarm move in the frame of Very Long Timescales.

They are in constant displacement too – the glaciers, the nountains, the atolls, the continental land masses of our mineral world.

We all have a share of the same
~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

*see*

*See*
See ugliness, see injustice, see violence.

See your partner, neighbour family and friends.

See the street, the grasses, parks, see the weeds.

See all of it all of the time.

See always with your loving eyes ~ ~ for Love is present EveryNow

Tisbury, Wiltshire June 2013

The river at Tisbury. Exhausted and hardly able to walk after a long hot day of solo rambling, I hung about till the horse was in frame. Then hobbled to the Chinese takeaway. I admit I took a taxi the last mile or two to the fabulous B&B pub, called The Compasses Inn, Lower Chicksgrove, Tisbury, Wiltshire SP3 6NB
It was a very hot June day on the Wiltshire Dorset borders in 2013. I had that slowdown of time you get when lightheaded with thirst. I turned around to look at the lane I had mistaken for a shortcut, but I didn’t have the energy to retrace my steps. I took this photo for a picture of Summer glory.

Walking holidays with

Remember* Give Honour to the Deep*

* Honour to the Deep *
There are endless and enduring benefits in simple contemplation of the eternal qualities of the night skies. And of the visible seas.
The sea’s physical scale is beyond us. But we are salt water too. Water is drawn to water.
Think on its enormous weight and the gradient of increasing pressures.
The waters are one interlinked body on our blue planet.
The visible surface movements are grand to behold, at calm or seized by violent storm.
All of this is microscopic compared to the unhearable deep hamonies and resonances of the vast flow of currents in motion around the orb of Earth. Slower than the slowest grandfather clock, the eddies inter-pour, currents stream from ocean to ocean in a progress belonging to nobody and nothing but the rotating planet itself.
And from all time, hundreds of millions of years, and in this very moment, we see little or nothing of submerged life.
Submarine, it lives and breathes, feeds and breeds. It teems in colossal abundance and extravagant variety – generations animal and generations vegetable – in perpetual interdependence.
Look out over the sea, from a beach, from a cliff, a car, a plane, a boat.
Remember also to give Honour to the Deep

No Thing

No thing

water
trickling
down a drain
recalls to mind
that all must
go to the bottom
and then rise
rise again
in new form
continual

interchange and
transference
of energy
in a passing
before our minds

. see .
with what clarity
i perceive nothing

[1974]

“To begin the journey, first it is necessary to arrive”Ā 

“For the journey to begin, first it is necessary to arrive”
The journey has no end in any sense of the word “end”. My journey consists of beginnings.Ā It begins all the time and always.
For the journey to begin, first it is necessary to arrive!
A new place for my line of sight to settle on, a new point on which my skin feels some contact, a new thought, every new breath I breathe.
The journey analysed dissolves into millions of fragments I call EveryNow.
I see sunlight refracted into coloured points ofĀ diamond light fromĀ my earlyĀ childhood memory of a meadowĀ oneĀ summer,Ā when the light rays of the rising sun struck myriad drops of dew on the grassbladeĀ tips.
I ran home and told my Mother there are diamonds in the grass.
Dreamlike is the quality of the journey which isĀ clasped in peace.
The dissolution of the journey becomes the journey. I seek not the journey, I seek to become. In the becoming, comeĀ flowers of the heart.
Flowers can flower perpetually in a personal meadow which contains all the peace needed for a fulfilled and fulfilling life.

“Benedictus benedicat”

“Benedictus benedicat”
I am 100% certain of my own death. I am ignorant of the time when I will die.
So now what choices are left to me?
Quietly stated, I can choose to open my heart to love my fellow journeyers and to honour the life flame which expresses itself as the one I call me.
I can turn to face up to myself, and sharpen and hone my acute awareness of my body and my mind with every breath and heartbeat.
I can close my inner eye and in the dark I can feel the hearts beat of all my loved ones – family, friends, of every single one whose path has crossed and touched mine.
My ancestors make themselves known to me in the living, working. expressions of my body, and in the inheritance of my capacity for thought.
I can give thanks for choices without end.
Principally, I have the ability to bend towards all who have made reality of my existence.
My gratitude is in the immediacy of every instant my blood and my flesh support my survival. My bloodline is a small drop in a chartless oceanic journey of blood lines.
Love is the bed of our moving blood ocean.
I am at peace in a storm of fiery life!
I am overflowing with gifts none of which I created, but all of which arise from the mystery of peace from which my compassionate heart flames into life.
It is all entirely sufficient.
I want for nothing.
Love is present
I am ready
EveryNow

Old world wisdom

The wisdom of the people9 who live close to the earth and who live by the measure of the sun and the seasons chooses to speak with words in a particular order and of an order of gravity seldom if ever used by city dwellers of today.
What words they say and how they say them are surprising to us. They catch our attention with their disarming plain factual truths. The words they speak often shine a light on our everyday with a brightness that brings us directly back to our perceptions of the everyday and bathes the dull way we live and speak in a refreshing glow of solemn beauty.
Their vision is lucid, because their needs are met on paths of least resistance connected to their own survival. And their need to survive with honour and with dignity is something they express and celebrate without pride or vainglory.
They regard themselves as one group of beings among other kinds of beings, both animate and inanimate. For these peoples, it is self-evident that they live by the exact same laws of the sanctity of life as each of the other groups. They apply to themselves rules that life itself lays down and they do not regard them as either better or worse, but valid according to their patterns of need.
There are the nomadic people, the people in our cities who exist in the unseen margins, the subsistence communities, those groups who still live with minimal contact with the world of the twentieth century. All of these are people who preserve ways of seeing and saying which are remarkable for their lack of artifice, embellishment, overtones or undertones of meaning.
They speak words in harmonious combination, which I, a lifelong city dweller, recognise as expressions of a reality without distraction and interference, refined always with compassion, dignity and above all humility by the immediate imperatives of daily living.
And I willingly concede that in my daily life I have lost touch with much of their valuable experience. Whenever I’m privileged to hear their speech, I gratefully receive the clarity of expression, the innate wisdom, and the suddenly obvious commonsense in the logic of thought.

*To dust we return*

* To dust we return *
Not only are we not alone, but we are never alone. It takes one full stop, hurtling from off the end of an unregarded non-Earth sentence, to remind us.
We are inseparably conjoined to events far, very far, from our earthy self-interests. So keep good company. Befriend the stars, respect their gassy dusty origins. From dust we come…

 

 

 

 

What is, is not the unitary and oblivious carelessness of what is, but the glow

What is, is not the unitary and oblivious carelessness of what is, but the glowing strength of the is-ness animating it.
This insight is what moves from inside of me to share. It is the inside of me. I am inside all humanity because is-ness comes dancing and skipping before any question like, “Is it?”
It is the same for the inside of every one of us, we knowing it, or it unknown to us.
Only make visible to others what brightness makes visible!
Here are the wonders of the mirror!
Delight is up side down side inside and out.
All the world loves a lover.
Therefore be love!
Be love! Float and glow with tides of the foamy briney stuff of which your life and my life is made and which makes all life loving and giving and alive