I met a bird today. A falcon. She flapped her wings and flew. Her feathers were beautiful. Her mind; primal, instinctual. She saw a hawk and encountered him directly. A boundary was laid and the hawk left. An intimate bird of prey. It was at a vineyard here in New Zealand. After, we went for lunch and walked home through the vineyards. On the way, we met a horse. He was a really nice horse. He liked to smell me and I felt very close to him. He was a really nice horse. Friendly. Kind. Playful. Healthy. When we got home, Disha and I napped. It was such a nice nap. It was such a deep nap. A mystical nap. A nap of the beyond. Earlier in the day we met a little girl and I sang to her one of our songs. I sang to her two of our songs. She was quite mesmerized and started to dance. Disha is making dinner now. I love her. She loves me. Life is simple. Namaste.
I notice an inner nakedness. I notice it to be real. I notice there’s nothing to hide. I notice a deep, honest, inner transparency. I notice what is seeing and what is seen, to be mutual. I notice a thousand petaled lotus unfolding gently and eternally. I notice the jewel in the heart of the lotus to be of infinite colour, variety and fragrance. A rainbow, of all dimension. I notice bliss, eternal reality, heart and awakeness. I notice there is no way to become what you already are. Remember ~ You are That. Hari Om Tat Sat
The body, relaxed. The mind, at ease. The heart, open. The breathing, natural. Perception, perfection. Reality, real. Friendship, friendly. Lovers, lovely. A cozy warmth. Breakfast in bed. A new place. A new space. An infinite space. The storm has passed. The calm, the reality. Hari Om Tat Sat
I notice that I am breathing. I notice that it’s just happening. It seems to be a lovely experience. I am just sitting here and breathing is happening. Effortlessly it is happening. …….. Its been a few minutes now. Breathing is still happening. I realize, there’s nothing I can do to keep it going and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. It just keeps happening. The breath comes in, the breath goes out. It’s still happening. I don’t even know what it’s about. It just keeps happening. I don’t even know if it’s my body being breathed. I just notice that the body I notice is being breathed. Then I look at myself and I look for me. I look within and I don’t seem to be able to find a me. Lol. I am looking in ….. and I don’t notice a ‘me’. I notice this body is still being breathed. I notice there’s no me. I notice there’s no ‘I’. I notice the noticing, I do not notice a noticer. At least in this moment. I don’t know if I can know anything else. I notice a vastness, an emptiness. I notice the fireplace in front of me and the keys and the fingers typing. I notice feet, crossed, relaxed, slightly toasty and slightly chilly. I notice the breathing. I notice the voice that speaks these words. I notice the words and the automatic response that types them down. I notice the nothingness and marvel at its infinity. Its infinite nature.
I’m looking for the soul now. I don’t find one. I notice the nothingness. I notice the body and the spirit and everything is quite relaxed. I notice a bliss throbbing through the body and as that is said, I notice the crown chakra flutter. I notice a subtle refined light. Again, I notice the nothing. Nothingness. I notice the heart, I notice the third eye. I notice body sensation. I notice silence. Again I notice breathing. I notice freedom. I notice form. I notice formlessness. I notice trust. I notice love. I notice fondness. All of a sudden, I notice the noticing. Again, I search for a noticer, an ‘I’. Again, just nothing. Holy wow, it happened again. I was breathed again. Lol. I am not kidding, it just keeps happening. Lol. I notice there’s no life and there’s no death. I notice there’s no commentary. I notice a flow of words coming through. I still notice no commentary. All is still. All is complete. I notice I am pregnant with silence. I sit in it. It breathes me. It replenishes. It absorbs me. I notice there’s no time. I look around and within and still notice no time. Where did time go. I notice it never existed. I notice I have absorbed the soul of Shambhala. It’s very essence is me.
Right direction is love. Love moving towards love, from love, as love. Always remember this. Right direction is to love. You are born of love, you are moving as love and you are going towards love. Right direction is love
There is a magical storm here at Shambhala, New Zealand. The roads are blocked to and from for at least a few days, perhaps a week. It’s showering down. Within our house there is warmth, there is love and there is a delicious silence. We had veg korma, rice and pancakes for brekky. I ran naked through the rain and through the rain forest to get the laundry. The ocean is showing signs of greatness again with giant waves and passionate breakwater. The Shambhala rain is washing everything away. Everything that was. Everything that will be. We’ve lost our future. The past is also gone. We’ve given up on hope, because apparently reality happens to be much better. I look over and see a half eaten chocolate pancake. Yum. Downstairs Disha bathes. The fires burn. The rain pours down. I will visit the meditation hall later today and sit silently and perhaps light a fire and listen to it crackle into the night. There is no one around but us for miles. Romantic. Silent. Delightful. Intimate. In the background, the mystic’s music dances eloquently. In the foreground, the lovers love tenderly. In the earths ground, seeds are planted, seeds are growing, flower is flowering. Hari Om Tat Sat
A deep warmth. A true inner cuddle. A simple radiance. Pure music. A simple disappearing. A simple revealing. I chopped wood today and carried water. The fire burns, yumily. The pregnant divine slumbers cosily. The inner chamber is filled magically with lovemaking. Two naked souls walk in the gardens of Shambhala discovering synonymisity with nature’s eternal grace. A candle burns, the ocean rises and falls and the stars dance eternal. Namaste
There is a meeting of Dynamics, like the ebb and flow of the Ocean. You can watch everything rise and everything fall. There is no distinction, there is no beginning, there is no end. Within all contexts, it will go on in eternity. Within the first dimension it will be the eating up of your body, the letting go of your body. Within the second dimension, it will be beyond body, an energy experiencing. Within the third dimension, it will not be within, it will not be without, and yet it will be. Within the fourth dimension it will be total and absolute, but it will not be totally absolute. Within the fifth dimension, it will not be a dimension. Within the sixth dimension, it will be all dimensions. Within the seventh dimension, enter no-dimension.
I see the Earth. I see the Sun. The Ocean does its dance. The Moon sings its silence. The Stars love their love. Man comes into being and starts seeing. God dissolves and is resolved. A simple silence prevails all. Make it complex and you will lose all. Observe it, experience it, allow it, be embraced by it. Namaste
It pours down. It showers… totally. Embracing everything, cleaning everything, nurturing everything. Its consistency consists. Its totality totals. Its penetration penetrates. The old hermit was wise, accepted and unaccepted. He could remain invisible, transparent and obvious. His wisdom was of laughter, His wisdom was of tears. His wisdom brought compassion, Healing all the fears. The garden showed its wisdom, The garden showed its grace. The garden showed its beauty, The garden revealed your face. And if you listen closely, You’ll hear the tree of life. Dancing ever softly, Sharing fruit delight. Kindness is your wisdom. Silence is your heart. The birds of your being, tearing you apart. Making love so softly, Making love intense. Dissolving in your lover, Opening the gate less fence. Kissing Buddha softly, Kissing Buddha hard. Listen to his silence, Listen to him roar.
There is a pulsating warmth that flames my true face. There is a depth that deepens this heart. There is a nakedness that embraces this soul. There is a true vision that cannot be seen. All the stars of this universe are notes from a single song. The song of the uni-verse is a perfect contemporary of love. The blissful love shower absorbs all listeners’ hearts, leaving them helplessly surrendered to unknown wisdom. States of wisdom come and go. Only the true love lasts forever. Namaste
Author ~ God Dieux
Canadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary