LIFE

Inner Rhapsody

Sometimes I feel that if I do not connect then I am not truly living.
I am going through the motions but not establishing that one tone
That can set all my strings in harmonic balance. The range of notes
Is extreme, yet I long to hear sounds above the normal spectrum and hone

My senses to concentrate on only one tentative melody that is playing
In the distance; and I am drawn, as if it were a sirens faintest song.
So once again all that I see before me disappears. The only reality
This need to absorb these hints of rapturous phrases. I know I belong

With this music. I know it is my heart that dances when I hear this beat.
Only this rhythm can fill me. Other music cannot attain these heights.
Only when the rarest musician and the rarest instrument have found
One another can this clarity of perfection be played.

When, ones sights Attune to this level of mastery, one may consider oneself supremely blessed.

This fortune is thought by most to not even be possible. The reality
Of this unified combination produces a composition that is simply out of this world.
It doesn’t have its basis in normal defined parameters, its inclusive totality

Encompasses ranges that can be heard as underlying base components.
Its measurement scale cannot be calculated. The instrument has the capacity
To influence the whole expression of the spectrum. The melody brings light
Into a space that once only held darkness. This is the power of rhapsody.

There is a joy that ushers forth when this symphony of symphonies is heard.
There is no equal to its glory. It captures your full attention and for this rapt time
Bliss escorts you into divine companionship. The fullness of union plays.
There is nothing else worth listening to.

Nothing else is anywhere near as sublime.

Filament of Our Love

As long as i know who or what,

is the filament of my bulb,

everything is really fine,

i can always turn on

my sweet inner light,

i can dance with it,

with all my joy,

peace, love,

heart.

through my breath, through my whole life,

satisfied,

i can dance

with your inner bulb,

if you too turn on your light,

but i can’t dance with your dark,

i can’t dance with my, or your past,

i can’t dance with our fears, anger or lust.

Filament of our life is lit in this moment now,

through whatever is done through it=grateful heart.

Stoyan Svet

The Dance Floor

I wanted to dance this evening, just to express in rhythm, all that is inside me.

However, there was no beat good enough that I could find outside, so I opted to listen
to my own inner music, and see if I could find that one track where so moved, I could synchronize.

I know with most musicians, writers, artists, there comes a moment where you know you have just
switched gears, and what before was a mere consideration to take a drive, turns into a comfortable cruise.

So a proverbial toast, to our highway adventures.

Listening is an art, and my best friend said, whatever art you endeavor to pursue,
you must practice.
If there are distractions, external noise, internal emotional storms,
it is pretty much impossible to be in that place, where you can hear the inspiration you require
to move not only you, but others who may wish to tune in.

So the first requirement to access the creative force is become receptive enough,
that you begin to be filled by that which is abundantly in supply.
Normally we are so preoccupied with the miniscule aspects that preponderantly surround us,
that we forget actually, to take the time to perceive the bigger design, which requests us,
to get synched with its agenda.

When we allow ourselves the freedom to explore what dwells inside us, we are pleasantly surprised that it is far more then the trivia of thought that we are accustomed to pondering on. Leaving behind our limited patterning for a pioneering exploration of our own inner territory is not only exciting, but is exactly what each of us are meant to do.

The attributes and aspects we are looking for, are so at hand, but because they are invisible,
it is not as forthright as what is ever changing before our eyes. So secondly,
this reminder to pay attention, to what is already happening.
We are ever geared to what will happen, that what is going on, we miss.

When we realize that joy is pleasantly living amongst the flowers in our own back garden,
we feel kinda foolish, for isn’t it always someone else’s garden, is far superior to our own?
A good habit to adopt is to begin strolling daily in the territory within, for I sense we will discover vistas, that we have been praying to enter, for most of our life.

I know personally so much of the time, I ignore looking to myself to find fulfillment.
We are too busy, too self critical, too preoccupied with the worlds problems, finances,
family responsibilities, who has time to … be happy?
Well time out, as it is said, time to change this plan of action, and get to the business of counting on myself as a resource for happiness, for it is me who has been created, it is you who has been individually given your own propensities and gifts; when if not now, will we explore what was so kindly packed for us?

Now, is appropriate to listen to the music, this beat of my inner drummer,
this soothing melody that is sweet to my own ears.
I need to listen for I want to know all the gifts that are there waiting for me to open.

Maybe this will help us all to find that which we seek, for isn’t it wonderful, when we see,
that it is so close.
The love we yearn for is ever here, but we have been too deaf, too blind to see what is so clearly …
right before us.

May this be music that will nurture your hearts, for I for one, require that nourishment.