Soon eighty

This image is a faithful representation of the state of Peter the Pilley atm. It started out as the sunlight refracted through the curtain of salvaged chandelier crystals onto the living room wall . Then passed through an app called PicSay Pro, where I swirled the enhanced image in circular motion with my fingertip.

My sky is filled with passing thoughts and a variety of emotions. These are as transient as the cover photo on my preferred packet of cigarettes in the 1960’s called “Passing Clouds”.

Being able to regard my thoughts as fleeting images passing inside my skull has been such a boon!

Everything is still “real”, but I no longer need to fixate on my emotional flow.

What has changed is the vivid newness which arrives with my internal weather. I look, I see, I am pleasantly surprised by the temporary states lighting me from the external

Simple celebrations

for Love is present EveryNow

Many Happy Returns of the Now

The birthing of a new day, of a new hour, of any new moment.

These are simple celebrations.

They are here for all.

Let they brighten you & I

~ for Love is present EveryNow

Go!

“Go back home where you belong!”

Photograph from the viewing port of Starship EveryNow taken at the Southbourne Overcliff path.

Who knows what who thinks they mean, when they glower at another and say “Go! Go back to where you came from!”

Where do “they” come from? Do “they” not come from there where they and we all are going?

We arise 🌱
we flower 7🥀
we melt away 🪐

Here is the beauty that can heal it all. We inescapably disappear into the same void out of which we all are spawned and towards which we are simply walking back home. We were sparingly scattered atoms and wave-particles which coalesced and reconstituted to form temporary shapes we call ourselves.

He or she who says, “Go back, get away, get lost!” is a slave to ignorance of the unity and of the single energetic origin of herself or himself.

My peace of mind and body washes me clean every time I remember the mind-boggling enormity of the place in which we all derive our living and being.

My photo is of a fragment of the Universe. Your home as much as mine.