I notice I am here. I check the time, and as always it is now. Somehow this comes as a tremendous relief. Then all at once, I realize, everything is complete. Existence has come of age. Eternity has arrived. I notice that all separation has dissolved. Dissolved seamlessly into everything. A deep breath is taken. All is let go. A deep breath is taken. All is released. Namaste, The caterpillar is no more. Butterfly is born. The Mystic Butterfly has arrived. Namaste
The Rain pours down. We dance in the rain. We kiss, the rain. The Rain pours down. The foothills of Himalaya are misty and soaked in monsoon love. The rain pours down. Silence opens up its music. The rain pours down. She sings a song. A blissful showering. A bathing of love, kindness and abundant infinity. A traveler departs, a traveler arrives. Balance has found its way into my heart. Passion from below. The music rises up through the floor. The House of Satsang is born. Namaste
Remember ~ You are a Buddha ~ Remember ~ You are the Awakened one.
There is an intoxicating fragrance/smell in the air. It penetrates my heart. Every breath is so lovely. Every breath takes me higher and higher, deeper and deeper into divine intoxication. It’s like I’m breathing love. It seeps into my brain and fills it with joy. It goes into all my limbs and relaxes everything. It’s slightly warm. It smells like nature, like flowers, like love and like passionate silence. Every breath fills me. I am penetrated. I am deeply penetrated. Everything feels alive. Everything is made of love, vibrating in love, dancing in love, loving in love. It is the middle of the night here in Pokhara, Nepal. We live in this really cute circular home over looking the lake. The countryside is gorgeous. The air is pure intoxication. In the daytime there are butterflies everywhere. At night, I hear the crickets sing. My love sleeps perfectly as the music dances in silence.
The Rain pours down. I look around and all I see is monsoon rain pouring down. There is no stopping it; there is no starting it. It is total in itself. An abundant flow of totality. You cannot ask for more because it is total and enough. You cannot ask for less because it is total and enough. Everything about it is full. Everything about it is total. All I hear is the monsoon rain. All I see is the monsoon rain. There is nothing lacking in it. It is enough, more than enough. It is totality. It is complete. When the monsoon is over there will be a new season of totality. Each season brings its own form of totality. Each season brings its own abundance, its own fullness, its own beauty. The magic is in loving what is. The totality of what is. In one perfect breath, all abundance is total and revealed.
Author ~ God Dieux
Canadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary