The sun just rose. Just a simple rising. The horizon, the ocean, the sky, the crecent moon, birds, nature, warmth, sunrise. Buddha sat and watched silently. There was no where to go. There was nothing to do. A simple rising. The sound of birds. The sound of ocean. A light warm wind. Sun rising. A simple perfect moment. In and of itself absolutely perfect. Ask the birds. Ask Buddha. Ask the sun. All agree. Moment to moment, perfect. Moment to moment, rising. Every moment, somewhere, somehow, sun is rising, sun is setting. Watch, and be. Watch, and see.
Author ~ God Dieux
Canadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary