A Tribute To The Tree

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In my lungs lives a tree.

It’s my home and my stop,

always breathing in me.

9 generations of fortunate loves,

trees of colored beliefs,

trees of tireless talks.

In my lungs lives a tree.

Its leaves are floating like angels,

and its branches are deep like the sea.

Dear Tree, dear Tree….

I’m growing so strong.

Thank you for ever believing in me.

Svetlina

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How Self-worth Affects Identity

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Social Health

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how our social environment affects our identity. Our social environments shape us from birth, often unconsciously, instilling a sense of security, self-worth, and identity. Those growing up in dysfunctional families may lack a fundamental sense of self-worth, causing them to seek a sense of significance in ways that are unhealthy and unsustainable.

To gain a sense of significance, some take on the hero role, seeking praise for their achievements. Some become jokesters, making others laugh while suppressing their inner turmoil. Some become rebels, seeking approval from deviant peer-groups. Lastly, some may retreat into isolated fantasy worlds. The book, Another Chance by Sharon Wegscheider-Cruse, elaborates on these roles among families dealing with addiction issues.

Coming from a dysfunctional family plagued by addiction, individuals take on one or more of the above roles, carrying the negative long-term effects into adulthood. These may include underdeveloped coping strategies, low self-esteem, acting…

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As Above, So Below

“As above,

so below,

as within,

so without,

as the universe,

so the soul…”

Hermes Trismegistus

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Poetry By The Sea

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Poetry lives in the weirdest of places,
for a stranger, it builds a home by the sea,
pours a coffee, breaths of calmness and peace,
kicks wilderness right below in the gut,
questions the point of journeys & races.

Svetlina Trifonova

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Poetry of The Guest

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I became a lover of my loneliness, 

a great frenemy to its existence.

And although

I was the one to build a home for it, 

I feel as if now

I am a victim of my guest.

 

Svetlina Trifonova

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Thoughts, Truth & Nuances of Truth

 

More than

a

1000

words

for those who seek

Depth. 

 

You may want to sit comfortably.

Words are Soul-food,

not Fast-food 🙂

 

No thought that was ever thought in this world has been lost. There are thoughts that we cannot bend enough to fit through language. They cannot be communicated. Language is a system, like any system – it also provides a limited individual experience if one relies heavily on what one hears in a conversation.

A Question of Essence

It’s a sign of inadequacy and absorption with what the world thinks and not what my Essence is, when I rely on someone to tell me and uncover a truth for me. Sadly, I’ve done this. Until I began to ask myself and not just anyone the essential questions. I stared to look for answers in living, not in mind-joggling discussions.

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Wouldn’t everyone hold a possibility for your own upbringing?

Almost everyone can become a reason, a condition for a realization.

And you can be the condition to someone else’ realization.

God speaks through everyone, no to everyone.

Many claim God speaks to them.

But how did you know it’s God that speaks to you and not a guide? Or a teacher? Or a Spirit? How did he sound? Don’t you think his voice would be a little different then all the voices you have ever heard?

They dislike these questions, remember it. They may say: “I just know” but there are many fake “I just know”-s these days. To the one who knows, a fake “I know” will spark at least 1% of healthy doubt. There is a little lesson on humbleness to many gurus and enlightened ones here.

Every page on the internet is enlightened.

Is that real though or is it just the right words?

If God had spoken to you directly and blessed you in such a profound way for eternity, would you go all out and shout it from a microphone on a stage? Would you like to be scattered or would you be more composed than ever?

Would you be forever humbled, forever astounded with his grace? What good will it do to others to hear that? Would it lead them or confuse them? Would it matter now? Does it mean you have to “lead” others? Now, that you know there is only One true leader, that there are no heroes, no saints even.

There’s only One that is Holy.

So, who in this world would have that grace and that vastness to call themselves or to be called Holy?

Now…

We will never ever have the complete picture through language. Remember that. 

Now I realize, that is my task, not the task of language or people to keep the connection with the Divine. I ought to do my work well if I want to graduate and fulfill my tasks in this lifetime, withstand the challenges and let go of past residue that comes to live, simply because it’s known to me.

Words are Alive.

Clean up your words.

Clean them very, very well, clean them with your heart, use your mind in the right direction, make him a good server, and devote everything in your life to three most spectacular driving forces – Love, Truth, and Wisdom. 

So, endless questioning stops here. (Oops, daily chatter just became obsolete! One who rose in love with the beauty of Silence would rarely be interested in 1 hour of noise.)

This is why truths are not transferred through language in full. The spiritual world knows and prefers Silence. Thoughts translate from Silence to Sound, to Waves, to …(you choose what else) & they create, build, manifest. Thoughts are connectors. 

Now, beware how many people are locked in their castle of thoughts. Oh, goodness. I remember a person who couldn’t stand quiet or still for 2 hours on a Sunday.  

Step One on the Spiritual path is – clean your language and be mindful of your words, right? Stay silent as much as you can.

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Children know this.

They often say: “You talk too much” and go out there and play as they find the chatter uninteresting.

So, we have to now rise to their standard which is often way higher than ours in terms of purity. To a child – what is, is. They don’t analyze constantly and they don’t understand linear perceptions. What is that – “yesterday, today, tomorrow’. There’s Now, they don’t get it and we force them to learn it and unlearn what we now try to re-learn.

Nuances of Truth

There can be only nuances of a truth, leads and signs and no matter how much we communicate. Truths are to be experienced. Every thought (and everything) are there in their potential state until they are brought into existence and called to action.

Thoughts are actions

Many don’t realize that a single thought can help someone or hurt them, right? Do I even have the right to think negatively about anyone for that matter? Or, do I have the responsibility to help them through the right thought? So many questions arise of that, right?

They are all connected to responsibility and directing our energy in a better way.

This is the responsibility of not living with our hands in the sand, finally admitting that reality is way more than it seems to our 5 limited senses. Our misconception about it does not leave us out of the responsibility to exist in the whole vast, beautiful complexity of Creation.

“If I can’t see it, I don’t believe it.” – You’ve heard this somewhere along your way, I’m sure.

Our misconception about what is manifested and what is not does not leave us out of the responsibility to exist in the whole vast, beautiful complexity of Creation.

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This is the responsibility of not living with our hands in the sand, finally admitting that reality is way more than it seems to our limited 5 senses. Our misconception about it does not leave us out of the responsibility to exist in the whole vast, beautiful complexity of Creation.

Thoughts are equal to actions and the separation of thoughts from hard matter is an illusion, that used to work as a protective shield. What happens if you suddenly think of something and it materializes right in front of you?

What if you still have deeply embedded fears and they materialize as well? Now it makes sense why the spiritual path can be dangerous, huh? On a side note, I remember

On a side note, I remember reading somewhere:

Don’t meditate before you’ve cleaned and realigned your energetic system completely. That includes cleaning all physical organs as a must. 

That means aligning our energy system with what we are preparing for. No one is allowed to live in a better state of Heart, Soul, Mind, and Spirit without certain purity and certain purification processes. Let me tell you, some of those can be quite a ride! It’s not all sun fields, white clouds and happy tunes!

It can be harsh, devastating, it could feel as if you whole everything is ending. It’s a narrow, hard path to walk and there’s no one around to comfort you in any way. This is how the connection to the divine strengthens. When you give in completely.

It can bring great rewards, but if you are looking for those, you will be disappointed. You may never see rewards in any visible way. You can experience, however, great, out-of-this world hurt and pain in order to know the truth. So, prepare yourself well if you are looking for depth.

….

As a child, I remember watching certain objects on the TV, wondering why they don’t appear right in front of me, they are locked in a box but when I reach for them I hit the box, not the object. That is a small memory of “a place” (it’s not a place) where that does happen. Where what you think becomes reality. (Depicted in the Dr. Strange, as far as I remember)

If one day, this world sees this and practices it, what would all the big, heavy manufacturers do with their time, I wonder? If we realize there are much higher realms of reality to reach, then oh, heavenly goodness.

Lot’s of the so-called important works of anything would disintegrate. People would have more time to devote to working on themselves, to spirituality, arts, meditation, prayer and creating things that matter. 

Now, after this text – you decide where Society is now and how much it would take to reach that huge leap. Maybe not so much, maybe you and I already know of the great, incredible work ahead of us and are ready to be responsible, to reach that state of existence.

The essence is always in the gaps that occur in our linear perceptions, the Essence of Life is in the existence we have overlooked.

Be Blessed,

Svetlina

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Grigor’s Blackout | My Favorite Poems of His

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Today’s topic…

Poems I can go back to (over & over again)

Today I’m sharing some of the best blackout poems of Grigor Atanasov. Grigor & I were both featured on the same project (Manu Propria). It’s a gigantic online book for collaboration of modern day artists such as poets, photographers, painters, living in my homeland.

Somehow he found my FB page later on and we shared our mutual adoration for the liberating talks of  Krishnamurti. I had no particular idea about blackout poetry at the time. I asked him whether he would let me “try it out as well.”

He was kind enough to stand my excitement and I enjoyed seeing this form of poetry through his eyes. In all my humbleness, I say that blackout poetry can be a very fine tool. You might be surprised what comes out.

You are often surprised what comes out.

About Grigor

He is a poet and a photographer, a keen traveler. Actually, traveling might come first on his list and then… all the rest could easily follow. Let me correct myself right now – he’s an explorer, a wanderer. 

Grigor’s poetry breathes air into our urban life, so it’s quite likely to find it in a gallery in Sofia, or gracing an urban wall that simply adores its new function in society!

Here, here, Grigor! What you don’t know yet.. is that I will play with your poetry now by… continuing every single poem with an odd answer, a mindful sentence or … a blissful silence. 

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Very soon,

my friend,

Truth

will be

returned

to us

again.

 

 

 

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You are right. 

They don’t.

 

 

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I smelled

this about you.

 

 

 

older

 

The rain said:

You are endless.

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You were not.

You are not

of

this world. 

 

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“Live today”,

he

whispered.

 

 

 

 

 

More beautiful poems

at

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instagram.com/grigor/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colors

– Colors will enter because
you recognized the beauty of the blank canvas.

– But I wish to remain a blank canvas.
I don’t really need much of anything else anymore.

I have you – we are together,
in different spaces and times,
we are always together, my beloved.

I don’t need colors, let me be pure,
I am a white space.

I am beyond the colors,
I’ve lived in the Light
and swam through the darkness.
I am
beyond all poles of understanding.

Remember me this way.
Colored, on the outside.
Remember me this way
if you still haven’t seen
my colors on the inside.

But if you have,
then we can be friends.
Not friends for a couple of years.

Friends for Eternity,
friends even when I exit this place
and you remember my heart.

So, now…
You have this.

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The first time I conquered
the deepest, darkest fears
and put them in the colors.

Remember me,
beyond form and matter,
I am a feeling.

A whim
of distant times,
of ancient times
when life was flowing,
when life was not a mascarade.

Love was pure to the core.
We were fire from the core.
We were liquid,
beauty had no form.
I remember.

I remember so well.

A thousand lives ago.
Until we became everything –
friends, lovers, warriors,
beautiful and broken…
after every single round.

We were mistreated, abandoned,
loved and forgotten.
In the darkest night,
nobody of our friends was around.

We flew through galaxies,
planets and stars,
our Love knew no limits.

Do you know how sad it is for me
to see you now?

The one who gave everything,
fell from all his grace, all his glory.

The one I loved became dark.

I hope, my friend
you start to repair yourself
and remember yourself.

I have never been your enemy
even when we were enemies.

I have always been and forever will be free.

One day,
when you decide to dismantle your prison,
you will know it too.
All colors will gather,
your Essence will begin to emerge.

Sleep tight, for now.
One day I will come back to ask again.

Are ready now, my eternal, beloved friend…

Svetlina Trifonova

Photography by Kristina Likova

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“The Secret Wisdom of All Concealed Things” – A Book of Love

I’m not a very good collector of quotes. I either remember them and they fulfill their task in a certain time frame or simply let go of quotes.

There are those rare books, however, I could re-read many times, as I realize every reading is lively, different and liberating. The key word is Liberation from the chains of programmed thinking.

Always, always, always return within and never seek outside.

The Third Commandment of Ava Torot: Cleanse Yourself!

No one is able to cleanse themselves by means of rules and methods. Cleanse yourself through a Great Longing for God. If you want to stain yourself, then live for the sake of the world. Yet if you want to cleanse yourself, then you need not just longing, my friend, but a Great Longing for God. Only such Great Longing is able to throw away the world – the non-existing. The world and the worlds, whichever they are, do not exist, my friend. In vain have you directed your glance towards them. There exists only God. Cleanse yourself through the Great Longing for God!

The quote is from “AVA TOROT – The Secret Wisdom of All Concealed Things by Eleazar Harash”.