
Homecomings!

Homecomings!


#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

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

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


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

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

🌦️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

The beauty in mutable

Nothing that is fixed can be the same twice.
Fixed is a snapshot of everlasting flux.
Perfect is the moment
~ Love is present EveryNow
The curvatures of living are made from numberless contiguous instants overflowing with love.
The thing is to view the instants from the inside looking out
~~ Love is present EveryNow

Blessings are seen to be exchanged between sticky bud and Full Moon.
Last evening, I stopped and I looked.
I listened, and so, today, what?
I see the stars trying not to giggle!
I am a figure walking through the incorruptible dreams of sleeping birds

EveryHeart EveryNow
The more I find out about myself, the less I need to try to be me, because I see I am everyone. Everyone is a Pixel of Humanity.
We are born out of love, with our share from birth of the mysteries of the creative power of peace.
All individuals arrive with the fabulous history of our birth. We are all formed by the essences of peace and love, which are the foundations of continuing primitive survival.
From the time we can conceive of our own truth, those truths are understood as elemented by peace and love.
What are those powerful moments of our earliest understanding of some essential shared truth about our condition, if they are not moments of powerful peace?
Ah, the beauty of our very first rainbow? The first reveals of the answer to “am I alone?”
There are ways to find myself. It can be like mining for treasure. The essential nature of the individual is Peace and Love. When I see these as starting points for finding my truths, then the truths of myself are seen as the same as the truths of all others. This is the basis of the compassionate view.
The amazing thing that comes from the compassionate view is that we all suffer through the time of our birth and on from there for all our days.
The will to search for the ways to remove that suffering is powered by our will to survive hand-in-hand with original will to live.
The common values we share are seeded by our ‘birth-day’ gifts of peace and love which we protect and nourish with our instincts of survival.
How we choose to do this throughout life is what can add value throughout our time alive for ourselves and most importantly for others.
Our choices can make us amazing. Our choices can also lead us into a living death, as with acts of savage barbary.
We all have unlimited potential for realising our value through compassionate action.
Choose to discover your heart. It is no speleological expedition! Simply smile towards your heart, and your heart will smile back at you with all the disarming heat of the first smile of recognition between lovers!
Wear your heart on your sleeve.
The more I know about my heart, the more I love how my heart loves me, and the more I know myself to be everyone.
~ Love is present EveryNow

*OVER AND OVER AGAIN*
As I wake up this morning
may today illuminate
inside me new
awareness
of the arch-old
life affirming energies,
up to the point that
I turn around and
recognise
their beauty
for the first
time
~ Love is present EveryNow


To my Muse
There is a current, a flow of power, which beckons, asks to be found.
From the earliest age of the dawning of reason, it asks to be heard.
On my own in a wild garden, small under trees, I, a little boy, caught the drift of it.
It came from a crystalline heart. It showed itself in my throat in the form of a tune voiced into my solitude. A solitude for the first time become great with meaning.
The melody is always the same. It is a grand, a grandiose orchestral pursuit. Cathedrals, temples, chambers of the heart can hardly contain its sacred theme.
The riff I sang matched the mood of this boy. Later, I went into our thatched cottage at the end of the mud track in the isolated hamlet and I sang it to my Mother. She made a motherly nice comment.
As a young man, I began to recognise themes of this homespun improvisation in the music of others, and this is how I knew myself to be one melody, a part in a common harmony – a pixel of humanity.
I never fully remember it. I never developed it into a memorisable form. I kept it private, I keep my ‘plaint’, my ‘keening’ as it is a forever balm unto my unknown, hurting, longing heart.
Today I sprout in these lonely lines this remembered memory of memory, and the flame of its flower is a visible wonder to me, father to myself.
Exactly like the passage of a rainbow, it beckons to the senses. It will never be captured.
The bass notes inflame, while the melody maddens like the sempiternel arch-old songs of the Sirens.
This is a Hiraeth, sacred music which can only be bashfully reflected in the performance of various forms – poetry, dance, painting, sculpture.
The more ephemeral is our way of mirroring the force of its current, the closer we come to tap into and draw purpose and courage from the strength of the Muse. It is all mystery and achingly longed-for strength.
The presence of strength; the strength of presence. This is a reflection of the power of the eternal present
~ Love is present EveryNow