I disappear. Disappearing disappears. What is left is….pure Nirvana. Simultaneously all of Samsara is experienced and absorbed. There is a blissful pain in my heart and simultaneously an eternal rapture. Every cell of the body sings the song of Nirvana. The shell melts away. A tender, ripe, light fruit remains. Brahma bows his head. Shiva prostrates himself. Jehovah surrenders. Allah dances. And Kali destroys her own destruction. Simultaneously all honour the deeper deep. Peace prevails. May all beings become free and happy.
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.
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. I look into the fire. I hear the perfect music. A silent joy ignites. A silent meditation completes itself. I am breathed. I am loved. I am seen. The ocean rises and falls in perfect eternity. Saraswati has learned to dance. Nirvana has learned to sing. Milarepa is learning the silence of the strings. Samadhi burns silently without a flame. Who can count the stars. Who can fathom, true depth. A star is born. A galaxy dies. Understanding eternity. Ishwar is born. Remember ~ Remember the value of freedom. Hari Om Tat Sat |
Author ~ God DieuxCanadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary Archives
September 2022
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