Green door

Me my door

Durdle Door? You can keep your Durdle. This insignificant Dorset door has all the excitement without the fame.

Three or four times a year, I like to travel the short distance from my home and come alone to stare at one side of the green door.

This was an entry to a pastoral past. They who opened and closed this door are crystal dust. The trodden green crush of them is bedded in the pigment which flakes with every season’s turn.

Behind this green un-Durdle Door is nothing. Perhaps scratched up parts of dry mouse nest. Maybe remnants of Red Robin and his song.

This is my side of the green door. It is a standing ovation to my blasted green age

Love’s presence EveryNow

I nourish my dust

Nourished by light

It is my business to nourish my dust with light.

The successions of purpose which come into view, as in this illustration, will take on a momentum over which I seek to exercise no control.

How many or who look in my direction is not my concern.

“The empty tree will welcome another bird”

~ 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

*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…