THE SONG OF LIFE by Nevena Mihaylova

I feel so good and relaxed when I write...

I feel love and peace, and enter into a kind of meditative state when I write. I hope that my poems will give others the same feeling. My hope is that my poetry will help people connect with their real Spiritual selves. My hope is that my poetry will guide them to their answers. For me, writing is more than words on a paper. It is music… There are tones… There is rhythm… There are feelings… Hope you can hear the song of the Earth through my poetry.

The Song of Life

by Nevena Mihaylova

Every cell is singing The Song of Life!

The words and melody are for you to choose…

What feeling do you want to give them?

Be mindful of what you think

because every moment is recorded

in The Song of Life.

And your cells will sing it

every day and every night:

Creating Reality, Creating Life…

Every thought and every feeling comes back to you

In the form you gave it… Is it blessing or a curse?

You choose…

I choose happiness:

“Oh, Happy day!”

I feel the presence of God everywhere

I see it in others, I feel it in me.

Every cell in me is singing: “Oh, Happy Day!”

I feel the love of God in every cell.

“Oh, Happy Day! Oh, Happy Day!”

All day long: “Oh, Happy Day!”

God loves me as I am…

“Oh, Happy Day!”

Nevena Mihaylova : I believe that part of my purpose here on this beautiful Earth is to write. To write inspiring stories that open people´s minds. To write uplifting poems that make people feel good. Writing is big part of my Spiritual journey. It is a way I communicate with God. Every time I am inspired to write I feel Spirit flows through me. I feel the same way when I am drawing or taking photos with my camera. My dream is to learn Fine Art Photography and to travel the world taking photos of the beauty around me and writing wonderful stories. I am from Bulgaria. You can find me on Facebook here.

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