In Defense of a King
Warrior man, do not despair,
you are not involved in a game of solitaire
It is the strength of your heart which pulls tight your bow,
it takes the fires of love to defeat your foe
Available to you, is the power behind every breath,
an ultimate tool, which determines even life and death
You will not be defeated, if you understand these words,
It is the ocean, not the drop, whose power conquers …
Once long ago, before the stories of the great round table, there were kings. To wear the crown of king was a thing of consequence, and there were only a few true kings. A true king is a master, in touch with the mysteries of life and sworn to obey only the highest laws of light. This is what makes a man a king.
Read MoreBetween the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.
Reflections
Like a glance in a lake
I see my face
like the ugly duckling
for the first time
Like a baby’s smile unlined no guile
I see myself like it’s for the first time
When I’m with you I’m finally free of the doubts that hold me back… relaxed.
My deepest longings are fulfilled in truth.
I see my sweetest reflections in you.
Read MoreThank 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
A Small Song of Today
In a world where no one knows each other
and few know the ‘self’
where do we go for knowledge
when the college
is in our own
shelf
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.
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