My Soul is erased. I smell sulphur in the air. Stones of rigidity melt away. Playful laughter in the distance. I go on pulsating blissfully in fullness. A heart mourns, a heart cries. A subtle letting go. New music is born, and etched in stone. Our child grows and expands his presence. Our presence grows and expands our child's heart. There is a balance, a harmonious balance. We go on letting go. We go on trusting life, the irrational delight. Nothing is said, nothing is heard, when the heart starts dancing with the Master.
Author ~ God Dieux
Canadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary