LIFE

Happy for No Reason

When I was 21, I came within five seconds of drowning in the ocean. As I was going down for the third time, I looked to the shore and realized that this — my last moment — was the most lucid moment of my life. Everything else was a cartoon. Unreal. Fake. In the state I was in, only one thing was certain. I wanted to live.

And in that moment, which felt like my last, something extraordinary took over — way beyond my exhaustion — and got me to the shore. It swam me, until I — completely out of breath — could finally stand. And when I did, I fell to my knees and kissed the ground. I cried. I laughed. I sang whatever children’s songs I could remember. In that moment of pure exaltation, I had no philosophy, no religion, no politics, no family, no friends, no future, no past.

Only the simple joy of being alive.

Personal Trademark

I love the twists and turns of my life. It’s my personal trademark that declares who I am and my place in the universe. Its peaks are white and bare: a window to this strange and wonderful world. Its valleys are fragrantly scented and echos the melodies of times gone by. Each curve in the road along the way, marks my journey. It meanders onto unexplored seashores, revealing itself in a very small blue transparent chipped pieice of glass, or in a teenage eagle feather resting peacefully on the sand. Life is what I am.

Meeting his eyes

As long as you understand

who is backing up whom

and who is backing up what

everything is more and more right

you become more and more kind

to that sweet peace in your heart

you become more and more thankful

humble to that sweet inner love

and then you again and again understand

why you so long to meet his eyes

why you so need

that heart’s mirroring touch :)

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

The Long Path of Human Life

The road we walk on is somewhat narrow.

At the end of where we stretch our arms is birth and death.

In the middle, where we are, is sorrow, life, teardrops, morning dew, mist, extravagance, purpose, fading sunlight, crystal moons.

We walk with others, but really, we walk alone.

We try to keep in step with others, we fake it for a while, then we fall, falter, fail, step on toes, collide with worlds.

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.