I walked in this new land on a cold grey morning, collars turned up and chanced upon this sight of red gold green and purple and I stopped. Crowds upon crowds, chanting, dancing, laughing, hugging, and I was transported to the sixties. Piccadilly Circus was reclaiming love.
I don’t have much to give but what I have is priceless. I will make you feel wanted and loved your heart will beat against mine, your breath will warm my face, we will feel alive together–color, creed, caste, no bar–because all I am giving is a hug, without any price tag.
I was a child of the sixties, chanting about make love, not war. But now I am a senior hippy citizen, happy with the new tech gadgets that spread the same message far and wide, quicker.
‘May all the beings, in all the worlds, be happy and at peace.’ The chant became a roar as I joined hands with others and felt the raw energy and the happiness emanating from the crowd. I was no hippy but I did want happiness and peace and love.
A beaming smile, colorful attire, camera in hand, and love all around–the trademark of Valentines Day at Piccadilly Circus every year! All are strangers, yet all so connected.
Together for each other and the world at large we feel the need to reclaim love to remind people that love is what makes the world go around, and only with love can there be peace.
“If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.” The braids and beads have their own story. Decades of saying give peace a chance, for all you need is love. Imagine why we are still so far, despite being so close to each other. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
This work was published in the Coldnoon Cities (Mapping the Metropolis) Vol II, as part of the Coldnoon journal.