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

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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

svetlinatrifonova.wordpress.com/poetry

 

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

Her website

 

Possessions are Illusions

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. – Mary Wollstonecraft

A good part of my time here was spent by me, being an involuntary witness of people trying to decide between who owns what. If you sense just a little bit of resentment in this introduction, you won’t be far from the truth. Part of my special program was to be put in a situation where there is contradicting beliefs and a generous amount of paradoxes.

If you sense just a little bit of resentment in this introduction, you won’t be far from the truth. Part of my special program was to be put in a situation where there is contradicting beliefs and a generous amount of paradoxes.

Last night, I planned to rise up early out of bed, go to the gazebo in my yard, start on the 5 000 word translation,  translate also a poem, while I snuggle with little Avalokita from time to time (a newborn kittie that holds the power of a real tiger).

Then relatives stopped by the house and as you can guess, my plans were quickly dismantled. The elders are battling for an old house that no one currently lives in. I embraced the sudden change of plans and poured some coffee. I was hoping to see a heart-to-heart between my old grandmother and her brother.

I was hoping to see a heart-to-heart between my old grandmother and her brother. Because no matter how long I live on planet Earth, I hold idealistic expectations and they have been restored somehow after every single time reality kicked in and kicked them out.

My wonderful intention to start on a high note quickly got lost in translation. They are battling about an old house that no one lives in. I embraced the sudden change, poured coffee and was hoping to see a heart-to-heart of my old grandmother and her brother.

They started arguing for the ownership of an old house that no one lives in. I had dreamed about it a couple of days ago. I embraced the sudden change, poured us some coffee and was hoping … to see a heart-to-heart of my old grandmother and her brother. Little did I know, within minutes, they would begin a heated discussion of private properties that they haven’t dealt with for the last twenty years.

My grandma’s opponent didn’t care that much.

These are my last days anyway, he said.

There is no such conflict in my mind.

When my friend got a dog the other day, she sent me a photo and the simple message saying: “She’s all Mine.” She seemed relieved somehow. But what do you need to be relieved of? What?

Your cat or dog is not your cat or dog, my friend. Our house is not your house, your shoes are not your shoes, even if you paid for them with the last cent you own.  They are simply – a house, a pair of shoes.

The cat and the dog are your tiny little brothers and sisters, they carry life like any other living Soul here. You cannot possess a living being. You cannot possesses a material good either even if it says so on the paper.

People waste their precious energy all the time trying to solve material issues that don’t actually exist. I don’t have to imagine John Lennon’s verses to be true. I understand they are. Society forgot they are true. So, instead of dealing what our Souls need, we are dealing with things that don’t really exist.

Like ownership. Private properties are a complete joke if you ask me. So, instead of dealing with the Soul, Spirit & all that is Divine and inherently true, we are dealing with things that aren’t real, that doesn’t leave a single value in our consciousness.

So our consciousness becomes mostly occupied by material wants and needs. This is the shortest path that spirals down is losing yourself into the illusions which create the world of possessions, of inquiring and wanting more of everything.

Solitude? Absence? What lack is it that desperately needs Her? You are a caretaker and she’s your companion. But she’s not yours. There is no ownership here.

Our bodies are not our bodies! Why do we suffer when someone lets go of their body and wishes to go home? Is it ignorance, or selfishness, or illusions that keep is in this loop of misunderstanding.

I realize I’m not sharing a profound truth here. It’s all been written, it’s all been discovered, so at best – this is just a reminder to return to feeling lighter.

We have been heavily overloaded with so many possessions. Just take a look at the huge sales, the noisy world out there, the competition, the goal-setting where the money comes first and the man comes nowhere. Such a karmic race.

Why are we so desperate into acquiring anything? Why is it so scary to live without possessions? It’s not. It’s liberating, my friend! You suffer less, enjoy more and find bliss easily because bliss is not a long way there, it’s over here.

Once you stop paying attention to the wrong things…this happens.

I know we need a roof over our heads, clothes on our back, water, food. I’m not saying we should live without our basic needs. I’m not urging a hippie movement either. But do you realize how many are frantically over-satisfying their “needs”?

I’m not saying we should live without our basic needs. There is a slight difference between making use of all these things and clinging to them, be ready to fight with the fellow man, with those that need a kind word rather than being pushed aside for a property or a comfortable position.

I am positive you understand this. Any person with consciousness would understand. And yet, so many of us fall into the wrong pattern, we accept it as if it’s the outside world that governs us and we obey, we become slaves of what others believe.

But if their beliefs were so good, wouldn’t they be in a better place? Wouldn’t they be lighter, fulfilled and grateful?

When we leave this place, we will leave everything behind and we should not feel sorry for a single piece of possessions. 

Take care of your words, feelings, your heart, your mind, and Soul. And if you accomplish all of this, everything else will fall into place, but you won’t have lost your dignity and value over a piece of anything.

It saddens me to see that the house ends up owning the owner. Can’t you see, we are just transiting? The vastness of this Universe awaits us and we need to be gentle if we want to end up in a loving place.

Leave all violence behind.

The violence of acquiring anything is too, a type of violence.

If you receive a gift, then receive it with dignity, grace and with the desire to give back, to share, to love.

We never gain anything, we never lose anything. Nothing was ours in the first place. How can we lose or gain then? It’s true even with break-ups. What are you suffering from? It didn’t happen the way you planned and projected it. And our plans will fail every single time.

There is just one force in this world, in all words.

It gives and it takes away.

Why not be thankful for it?

Why do we deliberately lose the freedom we’ve been given?

Who do we complain to about our suffering but ourselves? 

Why do we forget our real home, our real origin?

Why do we teach kids how to be successful and we never mention there is a Soul,

a journey they are on?

Be happy when you lose, my friend.

I know I am celebrating every single time I lose.

I used to cry over failures until I finally understood,

I am given a much higher direction and what is perceived as a loss by someone, is a great, great gift to my Soul. 

It’s a precious gift: to know how to “lose’ is to know how to find your way back Home.

  • AVALOKITA means the one who sees clearly, with the eyes of Truth, with compassion

Much Love, 
Svetlina

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