The Rose (Rumyana Russeva)

The Rose

Quietly the rose all red is lolling
its head above and is speaking
words of love –
A red rose with the perfume
of a lonely path -
The path of struggle and distress
to fight the evil and to win the blessed.


I see the rose of my spirit smiles
The sun is kissing heavens with light;
What if you tell me to sacrifice
my eyes and surrender to the beauty
I have seen inside, deep in your heart.



Daffodils

Standing brightly in the fields,
Looking merrily at me,
yellow daffodils are watching me.
They try to tell me quietly:
- Come and see. All the flowers
in the fields, are friendly waiting
to get picked.!
and I take in hand the flowers,
smelling so nice in the day,
they will give delight
to a beloved or friend:
And they ask me again:
-Are you lonely?
Have you got a girlfriend?



A Crocus

It was a little one –
a very tiny flower in the sun –
an yellow spot shining brightly,
smiling lightly – the crocus
in the grass,
Where a cricket sings
the song of joyful spring at last.

A joyful spring singing songs
is being waited by all of us,
Flowers and merry birds,
welcome it in great delight.

The Ocean of Love (Rumyana Russeva)

Preface

The little poetry book called “The Ocean of Love” is basically concerned with our travelling to the original land – that original purity of the human soul , before deviating from the original plan of its evolution to perfection and its unity with the Creator.
The poems have been arranged in three parts reminding the three stages of growth – innocent childhood, the moment of the hurt and downtrodden original innocence , then, the suffering and the appearance of love till the everlasting youth.
The circular movement of natural life has been suffocated by the broken glasses of cold, fear and cruelty. The magic land of confusion and chaos should be conquered by sincere strife for happiness and harmony. Children’s hearts can turn the world of adults into the garden of Eden, where mankind find its innocence and its original self. The path of true love is open to find its realization.


In conversation
with Bulgarian poet Nikola Vapcarov

Past

What have you given me oh, past?
Some remnants, I don’t know what….-
a bare, shameless flesh of a whore –
a pathless sinner of wars?

Or you will stay for ever
in the pains of giving birth ,
but without any fruit –
as it is in the desert -

You will stay, I want to say ,
like a dried-up fig- tree –
a lonely one in the desert;
or you are to blame
and innocent as well,,
waiting for the Judgment.


What is your wisdom? –
For untruthful paths,
All veiled in secret,
expecting punishment
and vengeance?
No, I don’t want it!
I’d like you to have gone=

So, that I could be a fruit unripe
of an oak-tree with roots –
very powerful,.
And to breath air fresh –
renewed and purified
like children – innocent and pure –
little roses white..

To set off on a long quest,
streaming in the light of Truth

Rumyana Russeva