The Waves of the Generations – Your Place in Infinity

🌾 Your place in Infinity 🥀

See your breath as clouds of starlight
It is time to open the eyes of your eyes

Listen to Your Place in Infinity – a guided meditation.wav by peterodactyl on #SoundCloud

Largesse of life abounding

The revolving stage removes the Sun.

Distilled evaporations of daylight follow gaily, respectfully behind, while courtly silks and rich pastel satins flow in procession over the horizon

The stage revolves and,
motionless,
we are freely carried with it
on the curvature’s largesse

Happy are the fortunate few,
for their gaze is drawn upward toward darkness!

They receive the sudden grandiose gift of fecund Moon

Moon is sated by the Sun’s departed retinue of salmon flashes, great golds, carmine bloods, dusky pink and honey drooled yellows!

Largesse of life abounding to all who live and breathe

The time is come to seek fresh borning.
To Moon, I bow
To Moon, I kneel

While all around the freshening silences intertwine

Day and night come and go
See the sense of season
Sleep naked of reason
Old earth is new earth in the dark seed’s eye

~ and Love is present EveryNow

🟢beauty detonating🟣

A blade of grass has no looking-glass. It is not green by reason of it absorbing all colours but green.

A grassblade is an abstraction of beauty in a pure material form. It is so and not further.

Night or day, in every grass-blade there is a blinding-bright beauty detonating in total silent anonymity.

Only allow that beauty to enter, to penetrate your heart, and, exactly because you are more actively constructed and construed than a blade of grass, you are able to see, to experience with your conscious awareness the glorious Sufficiency of You in all your innate beauty and latent power.

When that occurs, inspiration, the lack of it, pain, or the lack of it, in fact all states or stages of being in life click into their own place.

That place is where time began and ends. Where love and peace pertain. Like the Tardis, it is a LOT bigger on the inside than on the outside!
. . .
And the maelstrom of moments in which our beauty dances, exists as EveryNow.

“Love is the thread which weaves the empty sky with birdsong

~ Love is present EveryNow”

Homecomings!

Isn’t homecoming one of the supreme joys I can hope for by working to remain hand in hand with my original self?

Homecoming comes to me!

I am home in my gratitude and celebration of the reality of the wild and glorious spaces I do in innocence and truth inhabit.

Only let me to pause and open up my heart and allow myself to see the spaces.

When I see them, I accept them and in the acceptance I rest easy.

I find the peace that is waiting to greet me among the fiery wildness and power of my everyday sublime, and it is enough. It satisfies. It is accepted and wholly sufficient.

“My cup runneth over” eyes open or closed, night or day, sick or whole. Only let me run outside now and share this

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

CRESCENDOS of expressionlessness

EveryNow is in the presence of the original peace of the universe

EveryNow always comes garlanded by love

Peace is omnipresent in you and in me

Peace is in the arrival of our knowing in truthfulness

We are made from peace

Peace is in every thing we care nothing about

Peace has no need of a name

Peace does not need to be touched to exist

The expression of peace is in crescendos of expressionlessness

Love is the answer to which

No question exists

~ Love is present

E v e r yN o w

Nightmares notwithstanding

#Nightmaresnotwithstanding

“*This can’t go on*”

This morning I dreamed I was at my shared desk in a dark office. Someone lit up a cigarette. So I stopped and looked for my tobacco and papers. I didn’t know where I’d put them.

Then I remembered my boss and colleagues would be back after the weekend, and I had not yet picked up the phone to contact a single sales prospect.

The dread of unmet obligation to achieve my sales target came back to hammer me down…

I thought,
“This can’t go on. I will resign. I’ll go look for a new job in the morning.”

In stages, with a struggle like freeing myself from burial alive, I began to see it.

I gave up smoking in 1994.

I no longer work in an office. Not since 2010.

And at last I see. I am not awake, but dreaming it all.

The stresses and trauma involved in the 9 to 5 obligation to provide, to produce, to submit at any cost is the lot of millions.

I worked 42 years. I retired nine short years ago.

I remind myself daily how I used to gaze at the flocks of aerobatic pigeons through the office window.

I hear myself pledge that, after I retire, I would rejoice.

I would rejoice in my freedom to stare for a long time at pigeons in flight.

And so I do! I rejoice every single day and am thankful to have one more reason to be grateful I am alive.

Nightmares notwithstanding, love IS present EveryNow

The brilliance of existing

I write of the brilliance of existing.

When I write, I am representing in one way or another a self-similar fragment of the brilliance of the peace and love we all come from and to which we all return.

The brilliance reveals itself here, under the next leaf, there beneath the water’s ripple. It is behind old grief, and it is always always always after my next blink. It is EveryNow!

“Peter,” you say,

“You are defo in the zone of Zen.”

Yes, maybe so.

You are the one who says so about me. It is not just the me you see. It is you who says you see.

Whatever the zone is, even if the zone is ignored, denied, unsuspected or invisible under examination, it is you, it is I, it is ineradicably eternally in you and in I.

Because it shines in all sentient beings, and because all sentient beings take shape and form from all things, the zone of Zen you say you see is as in and of you as it is of me and of EveryThing.

We all return to the brilliance of the peace we come from and the heart of love which animates and sustains us.

The brilliance is here for me to see in every blink and breath. It behoves me to remind you of it in the words I say and in the glance I cast.

If love is present EveryNow, due attention ought to be drawn to its brilliance – a splendour which touches us every one deeply, if we know it, or if we know it not!

~ Love’s presence EveryNow

* A Guidance for Self Renewal *

I ask you to listen and take part in the pictures and scenes I place in front of you. For some, this is a way to leave the distractions of thought to one side, and enter a state of reverence and intimacy with yourself in which you can access a welcoming tranquility and be open to self-renewal.

… … …

Breathe in and let the breath out. What you are doing in a real down-to-earth way is beginning renewed life.

Our own independent life begins with a breath. You connect to air with your breath. You begin to live every time you take a breath.

Air is everywhere present. At all times air is in touch with your body. Air circulates in your blood stream, and it is available to every cell of you, all your life long, from birth to death.

Breath, like thought, has an existence as a flow. There are unanswerable mysteries connected to the act of breathing.

We are exotic life forms. We are five-pointed star-creatures who walk on a planet blanketed by an air layer.

Remind yourself that you share this same life-sustaining, planet-wide, breathable shell of air with every other breather on this Earth.

Breathe and hear your breath as it enters and leaves you. Feel your connection to the wider mystery of the breath of life.

Whether your breath escapes you in silence, in sobs of pain, out of joy, or is totally unregarded, automatic, you and your breathing is a universal link to your own life force and to the living energies of all fellow sentient beings.

Consider trees and people. Trees breathe in and out as people do.

There’s no point in criticising them for how they are. In their lifetime, trees are influenced to grow into all their shapes by the earth, their ecology, and weather.

It’s what trees do.

Trees do not make judgements about us, the people who pass by in the presence of their sober livingness.

It is right to remind ourselves that each and every person we meet has become who they are through the circumstances of their lives.

If we can see ourselves and others in the wholehearted simple way that trees accept us the way we are, then great burdens of judgement, resentment, even fear will fall from our hearts and dissolve away!

It is largely the operation of our chattering ego which raises each one of us into first person fame or notoriety. We may think we are in control of our decisions most of the time. It is the mind that tries to assume operation of this control.

So much anxiety and frustration is the result of a heart thwarted in the pure expression of its singing voice by the clamour of mind. The mind makes up scripts and stories to fit its primitive worldview.

It’s what the mind does.

And yet, how easy it can be to see through the mind-fog and become aware of the song of the heart!

It is this harmony which is ever-present at our still centre. It is the same natural wisdom heard in the melodies which the heart plays which guides other sentient beings most of the time.

Why not for us as well?

When the swirl of the mind smokescreen is stilled and settles out, our original self, our guilt-free innocent self emerges. And it is not our individuality which shines out, but the constant light of our heart’s peace. This is the source of undying love from which we originate and to which we return.

Whatever the different shapes, both visible and invisible, that the living of our lives have carved into us, we all share one humanity. We share qualities, frailties, susceptibilities. And we share mighty strengths and talents, limitless gifts.

When people say we have more things in common than separate us, they mean, “we are all members one of another”. The flock and the swarm better describes the human condition than any singling out of one or other of our essential human attributes.

Remember our common biological origins from the birth of life on Earth and remember our origins in common.

Starchildren made from stardust we may be, but for everyday tasks it is enough simply give a moment’s thanks and share the knowledge of our companionship and our interdependence on other air-breathing sentient beings, animal and vegetable.

The pain and confusion that sometimes hangs around you might not be real. The tyranny that it exerts might not be real.

Even the terror of the unfillable void which the absence of pain or confusion occasionally leaves behind might not be real.

Ask yourself if it seems possible, even practical, to wish pain away, to shoo it off?

… … …

I suggest now, here, you take a little time out to come back. Outside is influenced by the outside. Come back on an inward journey.

Sit at a table, listen to and be conscious of your own natural breathing.

Place one of your hands palm up, relaxed and at rest on the surface in front of you.

There is no expectation. There is no need to notice the things you were thinking and doing just now.

Where you are starting is where you will end. Be at rest.

You are breathing.

All’s well.

Let the time go by.

Let the time go.

Let go of time.

Let go.

Say it to yourself. Say this gently:

It is as it should be.

What I am and what I have is sufficient.

Look at one hand.

You have no need to enter into a relationship with your hand.

You and your hand go back a long way!

Familiarity, friendship, healing, connection are all here.

Neither you nor your hand have any secrets one from the other.

But your hand has an untold story to tell you.

Your palm is open, facing you. The fingers are resting, open. Together you have memories.

Keep your gaze on your palm at rest.

Let go of time.

Say it to yourself. Say this gently:

It is as it should be.

What I am and what I have is sufficient.

Where I am starting is where I will end.

Choose memories. Your own memories of pleasure.

You cup fresh water in sunlight.

You waft a fragrance towards you.

You touch the fingers of a loved one.

Breathe and be ready.

Do you notice a tiny movement? A small involuntary movement of your fingers?

You have no secrets from each other.

You see your fingers make movements.

You, your brain, your fingers are in a union of great intimacy, delicacy and simplicity.

No third party is present. It is safe to mutually love and adore.

Yes! Your fingers smile up at you!

As long as you breathe, your fingers will respond. It is their way of smiling back at you.

They are inclined to smile. It is just what fingers do.

Just like breathing, this is a lifetime companionship. Trust their tiny unfretful movements.

Let go. Smile at your own hand, and at the magic that is in the air between you.

That is all there is. Magic comes when love is given time and space.

If you should stop and find yourself at rest, make time for yourself, there is something you can do. I do it.

Put any smile on your face, and let it be your smile to your own heart. Eyes closed, touch your fingertips into your own heart in a peaceful moment of open enquiry.

You will see that all your heart ever wants to do, all it ever wanted to do, is to sing songs of love to the glory of you.

It’s what hearts do!

Let your hand do this gesture always with tenderness and respect. Smile to your heart. Eyes closed, smile to your heart with mouth, lips and eyes.

The more you smile together, alone together, the more your heart will feel to be brave to step into your life. To be in your life again. The way it was, as it always was, time out of mind.

A friend returns with love-light in the eyes.

This friend knows you far better than you can imagine.

This friend whose love will never fail you, nor let you down.

Whose wisdom is yours for the asking.

Yours the secret now!

You know the story your hand can tell you. It is a love story.

A story that is as precious, as valuable, as healing, as sustaining, as magic, as life itself. A story as beautiful as you.

~ Love is present EveryNow

Where do my thoughts fly to

What is the salty seawater that floats my heart high, when I’m in love?

What is it with my loudly different heartbeat, when I’m in love?

Where do my thoughts fly to, when there is no longer any room for them, because I’m in love?

What plays that harmonious chord consistently constantly in my belly, never letting me forget I’m in love?

Lovers in love hold no monopoly, conceal no closed secrets.

The love that life sparked into flame at the conception of you and me is forever in perfect readiness to be revealed, unconcealed, naked and glorious.

This life giving love is no ephemeral birthing event. It flamed but never dimmed.

These fiery penetrating flames, so characteristic of epiphany, do not self restrict to roads to Damascus.

Slow down. Stop. I turn my gaze.

It hovers one thought away, easily within hands reach.

Stare directly at naked, glorious, primal, primogenitura love.

I consider, reflect, focus and meditate on love. Strain night and day to hear the clarion of love’s battalions in mountains, streams, the ground at my feet.

Meet the love with a cocktail of witness, acceptance, humility and childlike joy.

See love’s guileless open look stand before me in the eyes of another

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Silent are the eyes

Silent are the spaces between galaxies

Silent are the eyes that see

Silent are the ancestors invisible within the henge

Silent are the eyes that see

Silence is the contemplation of the smiles of those yet to be born

Silence in the eyes that see

I let in silence to flow and flood my sacred secret place

Silence washes me clean of doubt
And so is silence silent

I need no words to see

Revisit the spiral of truth

⌛ the spiral of truth ⌛

Past seventy birthdays, my own “Good Monday Morning” echoes back to me from out of a long time-tunnel. I hear many voices, many inflections.

If I pause, and stand in a posture of affirming presence in this echo-space – this many-layered highly personal time-sphere – I can clearly make out the various dimensions of me.

I can then, with a conscious effort of imaginative will, place my hand in that hand of long ago, and truly, madly, deeply feel for the person it belonged to and belongs to.

Here, in the electric eye-to-eye field with my then, and eye-to-eye with me now are highly charged opportunities to take on board four-square life lessons.

Lessons of forgiveness for hurt administered.

Opportunities to burnish newly cast golden girders of self-love.

Opportunities, like great grand portals of opening, to acknowledge, for the fierce first time, bitter-sweet redemption for mistaken beliefs and for mistakes of judgement.

And a chance to finally and fully accept that there is no blame attached to absence then of the knowledge now that leads to peace that passes all understanding

~ Love is present EveryNow

Hello my heart

Your heart stays ready to say,
Hello, I love you

It’s what hearts do

Have you said,
Hello, I love you
to your heart today?

~ Love is present EveryNow

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 and every day

I and the air

I and the air.
We breathe together.
You are my air.
We fly it together)
(My Darling and

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