CELEBRATION

Ain’t Life Grand

It’s Sunday evening and the world around me is very still.

Harmony keeps ringing in my ear. I’m always pleasantly surprised when this happens. It’s a vivid reminder of who I am.

I can’t imagine or maybe I can, what it was like before I received this gift. I just know that it fills such a warm place inside me.

It’s as if a flock of snow birds have landed on my shoulders beckoning me to fly away with them. Nature is such a wonderful teacher. Trees stretch their branches towards the sun and provide us with a bounteous amount of shade. Leaves fall in the autumn and provide a soft passage for man and animal.

Flowers in all their splendour make the journey that much sweeter.

Ah!!!! Ain’t life grand.

Thank you my heartfelt Reminder

This basic awareness,
this heartfelt feeling,
from which everything starts
and everything ends
in which there is no name,
except maybe that one;
“i am who i am”,
so easy to feel,
as a breath itself
to pick up with it
all inner gifts of peace,
to pick up with it
all the love
that is between
this breath and lungs
and accept them in consciousness
yet for some so hard to understand

Thank goodness
i have you
my dear heartfelt Reminder. :)

Stoyan Svet

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A Blank Page

I’m sitting in front of another blank page, while jazz quietly plays through my computer speakers. This is truly my idea of a great time. It starts in the moment and continues into the next.

I enjoy being reminded that each page in my life is unfolding before me and I love the mystery of not knowing what will manifest next. It’s like an unfinished sculpture or an incomplete song.

It slowly develops, creating its own shape and form, moving my fingers along the letter keys into unknown territories. I delve a little deeper and something else manifests.

Maybe it’s just a gentle nudge or a hint of something sweet that opens another door, a portal perhaps into another world within this one. Ah!!! now that’s what I call Eureka.

Sweetheart of the Endless Sun

These are Latitudes of Change, Seasons of Capture
This is Just Another Thursday
But the only one I will ever live on Feb 14th, 2008.

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Valentine

For those who know

how to access to their hearts

For those who know

how to extract from it

their peace and love,

For those every breath

could be their Valentine. ;)

Stoyan Svet

Off the Coast of Love

My wife tells me I should pay more attention to details —
the house, the car, the lawn —
there’s a thousand things, by sunset, that need to be done.
She’s right, of course.
It’s true.

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If only I wasn’t floating three feet off the ground today,
caught in the updraft
of a single gaze from you,
spinning like a thousand cyclones
off the coast of love.