Baloons

22550141_10155889004934743_391576311092529585_oLet them fly away. Set them free and thrive. Keep the illusions that will bring you to the truthfulness and all the rest.. let’s leave aside. Our stubbornness, our momentary weakness, our falsehood in a way. What is it with this world, you come… you live for a second and it paints you with the colors of its rays. We live inside reflections, where is the home within ourselves? We spare everything in split second, we can lose everything and love along the way.

Who knew this time around, we come as if we are balloons. Bubbles, little bubbles, of the crowd. While you are outside with everyone, you always live a lie. Stay alone and learn the lesson, the crowds will have to wait a while.
And since you tend to dive with your head straight inside the clouds, remember heartbreak is the lesson of the faintest, rise above the motives and the trial. When everything just seems unreal, perhaps you entered a labyrinth you have to navigate. When all is dimmed, look for the first you knew and not the second, for he is the only one who keeps you, dear.

Congratulations, heart.
If you understand the instructions, you may find your way home.

Advertisements

nature-1547302_1920The love you had is not a good.

Love is not a trade, you know.

The love you had is never lost,

but when you forget to water,

it doesn’t grow.

When you find yourself

surrounded in the darkest woods,

Love will come and play its part.


I’m not in love –


Love runs through me.

It showers everything it meets.


And trust me,

it is not my fault


if people have become devoid.

***

Did you ever ask yourself,

how you became who you are today?

I like dead ends,

it’s where I made a lot of friends.

I like the glory of

an honest story,

the man who waits for

the lover of his dreams.

I like the words of a stranger,

as I wait on the train,

I have been careless

and you seem to be in danger

with these men.

do you think you can meet me again?

 

The Tender Heart…

Beware of the Tender Heart.

…of the sparks it sends out when it’s open.

Beware of moving stars.

When Love enters,

you and I are helpless.

You will finally be free of You.

I will be finally free of Me.

We will be emptied like old bottles,

we will be smashed like the

papers of the writer.

Our beautiful disaster

will play a small role in the Rising Sun…

One sun ray will escape the glory of the Heavens

and enter someone else’s heart.

The steel will become tender.

 

If you had any idea what a Soul endures through Eternity, you would be forever humbled.

Awake. Compassionate. Infused with life, with fire.

Once again, a stranger saved me and reminded me of every chance I got.

 

My simple words may not be enough for you right now, I know.

While you are chasing this and that in this big wild world outside.

That wild world has poisoned your heart, my beloved.

My promise through the ages was to shake up your castle of security.

 

Release your heart.

I will meet you on the other side when we are both washed clean…

On the shore.

 

I had a dream… I dreamed my life is over.

All bitterness – forgotten.

There was a Soul standing on the shore…

 

& some music…. 

 

 

Poetry of The Guest

Source: Poetry of The Guest

The shortest prayer

heart-2671882_1920

My heart wants to come home.

 

iceland-2700427_1920

 

 

9999: The Finishing Line of Insecurity

people-2569545_1920I didn’t really know

if what I do will die or grow.

I only felt a gentle touch of higher realms,

much higher than the ones I know.

Then my insecurity became my base

and it turned it was,

a better base than those

who build their place regardless

regardless

of their Souls.

I kept and kept on going,

till I reached the summit.

I would climb

both with my feet and with my hands

only so that

I could

raise my Spirit.

All the obstacles ahead were blinking lights,

some of the writers that I met

(shhh, don’t tell!)

were all somehow

avoiding life…

 

But one day recently

I heard a voice that said:

 

Don’t you worry, my beloved

Nothing real in you could ever die.

 

All is transient, don’t worry.

 

Let

Light

radiate

with

every

breath. 

 

 

 

A Tribute To The Tree

magnolia-324216_1920

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

How Self-worth Affects Identity

Healing is Beautiful!

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…

View original post 666 more words

As Above, So Below

“As above,

so below,

as within,

so without,

as the universe,

so the soul…”

Hermes Trismegistus

Poetry-Brushes
Strokes-of-a-Brush, Svetlina Trifonova

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

svetlinatrifonova.wordpress.com

Poetry By The Sea

Poetry-Svetlina-Trifonova
Black Sea, Bulgaria Once upon a June Personal Archive

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

More Poetry by Svetlina