Wasted lives make no lasting impact by wasting life

Wasted lives make no lasting impact by wasting life…

We live in times where people steeped in the deepest ignorance reach up from unseen depths of misguided hopelessness.

They start out with hearts innocent, like yours and mine. They are thwarted by lack of human recognition and stunted by ignorance and aimless self-loathing.

At times, a very few burst upon us with deeds of destruction, without warning, like a pustulant cancre breaking.

I am just so sorry that the lives of so many innocents are torn apart by fellow human acts of futile, pointless, random, cowardly blind ignorance.

These are our brothers and sisters. We have a responsibility for them because they are one of us.

Their incomprehensible violent deeds do not remove them from human fellowship. They still deserve human regard, compassion and – where the souls of we observers can encompass such magnanimity – elements of forgiveness.

We do not do our own humanity justice by turning our humanity inside out in rejection of the violence-doers, because once upon a time, we were all innocents, babes-in-arms, loved powerfully and unconditionally for being one of the human family.

It behoves us to question and examine the pressures which caused their humanity to malform so.

A very few of these lost souls, the perpetrators, will live to see how extremely irrelevant their deadly actions were. And they will understand they were so lacking in all substance, they themselves become blown as dust into the oblivion of history.

~ Peter Pilley 2017 May 23

Sacred human

🌦️Sacred human🌦️
In our times, scientific research affords us quite a close understanding of the scale of the Cosmos in relation to this, our human stone construct raised in reverence of it.

Now I see this stone circle displays magnificence – it being forged up toward the implacable unknowable heavens through sweat and intellect, blood brotherhood, blood sisterhood.

And I see it displays an animal’s extreme, unsullied, inborn modesty. A modesty on display to hundreds of thousands of our generations. An unconscious puniness on the part of creatures who acted to preserve and remember the humility of their existence spurred on only by the evidence of their physical existences, led by the heart, at the insistent and unyielding promptings of the soul.

At one and the same time, this circle of stones blesses the builders for their ability to look beyond their small lives, and it frames the builders – and it blesses us too, their descendents – for our being Cosmic beings, conscious, celebratory, humble, proud, sacred human

My instant seeds my awareness

* My instant seeds my awareness *
Brief! My life is absurdly brief
My awareness is sufficient and all Sufficiency is latent joy
Brief is my life. Brief
I am anchored by joy flying my awareness
Brief! Life is absurdly brief
Joy of the sufficing instant is the bubble of nascent gratitude burst open
Your eternity and mine are microcosmic small
Waves of understanding bioluminesce.
No time. No time in short life for time
Awareness of joy is more than sufficient. Drink drink the dazzle display

How brief is all of our eternity, you and I, when one instant of it, just one is enough to frolic in the ocean of our instants ?