Ask For Silence

The blue mystery of the feathers...
A quill, drawn in ink by me – SvetlinaTrifonova


Ask for the silence.
Ask for time alone and time together.
Ask for a dance away from violence.
Ask, and ask, and ask again.
But when your wish is granted –
remember you are here for short.
Just for the sweet momentum of the violins.
Then when somebody holds your hands,
when all your questions have been answered,
remember the one who granted you this chance.
Look up, find a beam of light and fly inside.
Oh, how I pray that you remember.

19th of February, 2018

Plovdiv, Bulgaria

Poetry by Svetlina

More Soul-inspired poetry here 


The Healing Path

More and more people open up to what actually happens when they begin clearing their lives. This is an excerpt from a conversation about what happens when we begin to seek purity in our lives. Especially valid for people with addictions or people who have suffered trauma, pain in their lives or have had self-abusive tendencies.  

There is one thing you should know when you want to change your direction and go upwards with everything I mentioned last night.

There is a fight, things don’t go down without a fight, it is how redemption happens. And yet, it is a fight that fuels you with love and compassion after every battle.

And it makes you humble, and truthfully loving. It’s how love reveals. Poetry is nothing compared to it, a love relationship is nothing compared to it. Well, not exactly nothing, but the greater whole is larger.

So, I didn’t mean to make it sound so easy. It isn’t. Because when the clearing starts, the payment for our transgressions accelerates.

Just expect it, and whatever happens, don’t be afraid.

If you suffer intensively, don’t be afraid. Some “old friends” of ours come. It’s like that friend who hands you a glass of wine, saying you will feel better in the morning and yet, you are foggy in the morning.

The invisible false friends come in the forms of thoughts, feelings, habits. But it’s okay.

As long as you take away their power little by little. Now, it was my duty to share this and although it may seem long, I barely even touched the topic.

Make small steps, very small. And when the time comes, take the big leap at once.

Timeless Flower

Open up,
I say.

Open up
the timeless flower

the freshness of today

will entice
your Soul
to flourish,
to marvel,
to inspire.

The Most Quiet One

old-letters-436501_1920The last one standing in the crowd.

The one who doesn’t like the music oh-so-loud.

The one who wishes, whispers, moves, and changes.

The one who breathes within and rearranges.

The one who gathers the crumbs and feeds the birds by the lake.

The one who never mistrusts or assumes.

The one who lets the bird out of its cage.

The one unafraid to suffer or pay the prices of living so boldly.

The one who hears the bells and climbs all the way up the stairs.

The one who is dancing in silence.

The one who knows you will hurt and he will be there.

The one who will gather you in your arms as if you are leaves.

The one who will transmit through your palms light beams…


I deserved the pain, God.

I deserved every single scratch and bruise, and loss.

I deserved it all.

Now I trust.





He took the typewriter from the trash

and sold it,

unaware that he would meet her.

It seems I only told the truth

about what I have lived

to the strangers,

wanders, explorers, warriors,

and possibly some souls in danger.

They had nothing to gain, nothing to lose.

I never once told it to the ones that claimed they love me.

And I turned my head to the Sun,

hoping when it will fall behind the hill as slowly as it should.

You and me, we type, every single day we type

until someday… the typewriters disappear

and we can dance into their light.

James Vincent McMorrow – We Don’t Eat



Letters of Purity

dancer-2602775_1920To you I seem light on the outside, I know.

Dancing and swirling,

frivolous, beautiful, good.

You underline all these words happily,

sitting softly in the clouds of your heart.

My beloved,

you don’t know all the storms which have passed.

Do you?

You didn’t hear the sadness of the guitars,

that didn’t arrive

or how I broke all the strings of attachment,

nor the blissful dying of all that I was.

You didn’t know how many times

I remained all alone,

till I started loving reclusion

more than this room full of people and songs.

I was demolished, and scratched, broken in two,

penetrated with the wounds of this world.

And I barely survived

in a vast sea of voices,

when in truth

I hoping to hear

the most quiet one.


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.

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…. 



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