I hear birds chirp. They make me smile. I surrender to their song. I look out at the ocean from Shambhala. The sky is radiant orangey pink. I hear the wind, the wind is heard. A new light is conceived. A new love is born. There is both power and gentleness in the wind. I hear the birds chirp. When I am walked outside they come dance with me and flutter mid air around me. In my heart I know of no separation. A perfect friendliness with life. Morning has broken.
Author ~ God Dieux
Canadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary