I met a butterfly. A perfect butterfly. He was free. He was a butterfly. He danced on the flowers and among the birds of being. He was free. He danced in the sun. He danced near the sea. He danced for you. He danced for me. Butterfly, butterfly, sing your song.
I see trees, everywhere. There is a blue sky. There are butterflies. I see bees flying and making love with flowers. I see ants scurrying about on the wood. I see a mountain. I hear laughter and creativity in the air. My love is in another room unpacking our shopping from the market. The clouds are light and almost transparent. The air is fresh and clean. There’s lots of space here. There’s lots of love everywhere. I saw a crow fly by like an eagle. Other birds dance in the trees, socially. Life is perfect. Namaste
We went to the lavender festival here on Salt Spring this week. There were children, lots of lavender, lots of bees, honey and butterflies. There was live music, so we danced. After the festival we caught the ferry to Victoria and stayed with my family for a couple of days. The weather is quite nice. We are home now again and I hear the birds chirp and wind whistle. I just found out I live a few minutes from Eckhart Tolle, one famous spiritual author. It’s a lovely magical day. My father says that when you take the ferry over to Salt Spring Island, it’s like you’re entering into a different world where people measure time and value differently. Artists, writers, hippies, tourists and normals. Disha is reading on the loo. I am writing to you. I love life. Thank you.
I walked in the forest today. Such a beautiful forest. I see the mountains, the sky, the amazing trees. Disha and I swam naked in the ocean today. There was a farmers market in town filled with people, children, performers, stalls, beauty, colour, creativity. At the farmers market I met an Indian man, an astrophysicist. He knew a lot and had a kind heart. We talked about India, the nature of time, galaxies, palm leaf prophesy and Osho. He was a kind man. I met a spiritual man at the market. A devotee, a seeker. I gave him some advice concerning the psychology of being a seeker. I met two bumblebees near the ocean, interacting with flowers. I met a butterfly on the way home and filmed her for one of my music videos. I saw the sun set. We made love. We ate. We cuddled. We made plans. We changed our plans. Who knows. Everything, IS possible. Namaste
Love is perfectly intelligent. Love, as I know it and define it, is the highest intelligence. Love makes you more real, makes you come from a deeper place. Love gives you a great insight into what is. In seeing and loving what is, you become one with what is. Love melts the boundaries of your personal reality. It helps you to melt with the greater reality. Love is God. Namaste
I walked by a beautiful garden today that was full of flowers. There was a birdcage, with a bird in it. The door was wide open. There were so many beautiful flowers blossoming. A hummingbird flew by and hovered in front of me. A cat walked through the wooden fence and through my legs. The air smelled of ocean breeze and lilac. The sunset was gorgeous. Dinner was romantic and playful. The cheesecake was a delight. On the way home we came across the same deer couple that we had met two nights before. All is quite on the western front.
I sit, and look into the glow. I see a mirror reflecting something I am invited to partake of. It resembles me, my life as it is. I look into the mirror. I see this body called me, breathing. I am just silently sitting and watching. I appear to be beautiful, ugly, clear, loving, special, irrelevant, positive, unknown, radiant, mysterious, creative, delicious, disappearing. My sense of self radiates from everything. My sense of selflessness dances selflessly. For a moment I exist, for a moment I am gone forever. I give up. I give in. I discipline myself in perfect transcendence. I observe transcendental ordinariness. Again I am born. Again I am dissolved. Hari Om Tat Sat
We arrived the Island. Silence radiates. We arrived to Salt Spring Island yesterday. Going to look for a place to stay and live and love. It feels very homey. It was market day yesterday and we met some really nice people. A guitar maker. Some people with lovely eyes that travel to India every year. A sweet fruit seller. Beautiful local people. It’s been a while since I have been here. Really just beautiful. Not much to say about it, just super beautiful. Intimate somehow and somehow normal. Makes me smile. Namaste
Author ~ God Dieux
Canadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary