The Madness Of It All

I clear myself of any image that my eyes have ever seen before. I clear myself of any noise my Ears could not ignore. Bring back the Purity. I stand in Awe. I stand… remembered. Is this the madness of it all? Letters in Soliloquy, Where It’s You & Me, by Svetlina Trifonova

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“Let them do their thing. We will do ours.”

A drunk man is a man who has abandoned his way. This is drunkenness. Music to go for this writing “Let them do their thing. We will do ours.” This is what a bard told me, while we observed the actions of a group of people. Just like me, he had seen falseness more commonly known as “the pointless way”. I translated a poetry book for him, as well as some of my poetry. Just like that. I didn’t need anything. Then he looked at me, so very seriously and said: “So, I think you didn’t just write those things, sitting on your chair.” That didn’t need a reply.      I wrote because my Heart needed to write. But is […]

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Poetry In The Ancient City Of Plovdiv & Creative Souls

Poetry In The Ancient City Of Plovdiv & Creative Souls “This is the Technical age, no place for Poetry.”     Poetry is that that dreadful source of Ecstasy, Bliss, and Depth. All of that is not necessary for the normal lives of people.              I never liked the idea of monuments, fixed statements, the idea of endings, and I most certainly, I did not believe in anything real vanishing into oblivion. “Poetry is dead”, somebody said to me.              *I wrote this article some time ago, it was intended for publishing “somewhere in Israel”. Well, I still have no news whether it was published or not, so here it is being published in my tiny space for Boundless Inspiration.    […]

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Just a Fairytale

Once upon a time… Lived a man who thought he  only needed his sword and his horse. He would work, live, not knowing why he’s alive. Then he received as gifts a hat, a quill, a button and a rope. Threw them away. He received a pencil. But didn’t use it to draw. Then, then gave him a cape. White and pure. It wasn’t even made from matter. He forgot it. Finally, they gave him a Soul to light his way. He couldn’t keep her either. One day, he was born on Earth, and year after year, while he would pass through his own prison, each gift came back to him. “What do I need all these things for?”, he […]

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Give Me An Arrow & A Bow

Give Me an Arrow and a Bow, Show Me Arrows Made of Snow. The Creatures of the Day, they Gather the Light and make Honey  Out of  These Poems. Eternal Love Preserved the Dignity. The Creatures of the Night, They are the Watchers and The Keepers. They have the Keys of Time. And sometimes Earthy hours can be equal to Years. You need not be afraid. There are Guardians of Time. There are Watchers for the ones who disappear. You may call this Magic but it isn’t. It’s Mechanics and Mysteries. Truth is only bearable if you discover it on your own. Don’t be afraid. The Nightly Creatures also serve Divinity. Let us become Arrows, too. The Day & Nights,  […]

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P.S. And More Time With The People That Are Like Music

Radiance, Presence, State I saw an opened Heart. Out of it, Light sprung. I saw, they chased a Soul. And She saved herself, for she is a Soul. – Svetlina Trifonova     Has it ever happened that you hear a positive speech out of someone but you sense an unpleasant radiance?  I look at us and I think that we are like walking accumulators of experiences and feelings. And we cannot mask this inside of us by words. It’s not good enough to only change your thoughts as well. There is something that layers inside of us. That is cleared deeply from the inside.          This is why, you feel calm and harmonious in the presence of some.  Someone else […]

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One Day Everything Makes Sense

The smallest things – the sand running through the hands, the steps along the beach, the stranger you accidentally meet. Everything, till the last detail is a great equation of Love. And there is a scent coming from somewhere… *** It’s wondrous, it’s all kinds of wondrous. Sweeter than the incense sticks in the stores – the ones you light up and wait for the ashes to fall. Without ashes, out of the nowhere, I smell sweetness. Isn’t this wondrous? And yet, people look for some other type of miracle. One quiet, whimsical day is a wonder. The tears you wipe from someone’s face are wondrous. Leaves under the trilbies are wondrous. A heart that has healed is wondrous. Why […]

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Until A Diamond Spirit is Born

              A Short Contemplation On Creativity You & The Stream                 When you create, you are like a tiny stone inside a stream in the mountain. The tiredness, lack of sleep, the tiny injustices can only pass by as if they aren’t there. And you, melting inside Bliss, you don’t want to stop the flow. That cannot be felt if you commit crimes against your talents and refuse to develop them, though.               Cannot be felt while you speak of motivation rather than Inspiration, about a career instead of the Joy derived from your labor, no. This blissful splendor is not being given if you play on behalf of the team of frantic […]

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Feast On The Eyes Of Truth For A While

Can I stay in silence next to you for ten minutes? We won’t talk, we won’t philosophize, we will only think we are grateful to be here and exist, that they gave us the right to feast on the eyes of the truth for a while, that they gifted us with a great good, that we touched our souls. That much. We will stand in silence, the two of us, just like you were standing many times alone, and how I was standing many times. There are people who are better on their own rather than together. The people’s togetherness would suffocate them altogether. Only the gentleness of separation warms them, that they will hurt again, and then it will […]

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Beyond Tremble – Soulful Contemplation On The Heart

Time For Ideas & Contemplation…                   The Heart cannot walk but sometimes it grows feet. Or wings. Shines among all of the madness. A rebel who has learned how to adore. And I know, my friend, that you are wise and advanced, and all storms are behind your back, but the science of Your Heart is Endless. It’s an Unfinished Letter, a Door Unopened. Every corner is invisible and unknown, and there are no maps, no directions, it’s not any good for gambling, for insurances.                 There are no benefits, no gains, no one tries to guess the value of the bets, there hasn’t been any […]

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