Poetry

Poetry

Mirror

Sanctuaries apart But closer than ever We found each other in the midst of the havoc Blending syrup and honey I rest assured in your healing energy of bliss As if a mist of fresh air I am able to come back to my senses Your gentle spirit lifts me up And takes me higher through the lenses Where i find peace You see me crystal clear Reflecting your truth From the walls of my mirror Who were we? Children of heaven Before embodying these identities Of separate entities I see your innocence The depth of your existence Is not this flesh you carry daily But sparkling light The light of the Creator mainly Mingling amongst the masses Who flop along

As zombies unawakened Your hurt is my hurt And someone else’s hurt Your joy is my joy And someone else’s joy When they did us wrong They also gave us freedom That was to be experienced As a gift from heaven It’s a polarity that throws you in the deep You choose, you choose, you choose What will you rip? An icing on the cake i say But first let’s finish with the story That kept us hostage For millennia It’s done and dusted Let’s trust it The moment That’s unfolding like pulling of the tread The path is mossy and we are bare The naked truth of us is only fair We are one, we are one, we are the only ONE.

Alla Kozyreva

SHE

She is the sacred Earth that holds and nurtures. She is the daughter and the sister Who embraces with all her might. Her magic is in her naked body of flesh and blood. Just being who she is, creating from her vessel, She is a forever changing force of life, Who’s natural state is running naked in the forest, Howling her deep-seated urges For the Stars and the Moon to witness. She was never broken, Even when her soul got fragmented and scattered into pieces, She knew that all of herself was Divine and Whole. Collecting her soul fragments and putting them together, Like puzzle pieces became her life long journey. She didn’t know until she knew What it was like to be loved. Her completeness was in every particle of the Flower of Life Encoded into her body, into her naked, full, receiving body. She became undone under the influence of forces, That told her that she wasn’t able, that told her she was limited, that She was not worthy.

And she wept, Burring her truth in the darkness of her being, deep in the underworld. She couldn’t bare the untruth when she became one of them. The one who judges and pokes holes... The shame...the disgust... She believed them superficially. Until she couldn’t anymore stand up. She yielded to the Earth, Grabbing the dirt and squeezing it between her fingers. She was hurting like the wounded animal To the very core of her being. She heard the Earth crying the tears of mercy. “Hold me as I am.” ,- She said, And dropped her nakedness into the mud that consumed her. She became her. Every cell regenerating, Every molecule lighting up with vibration. She created her story again. And she told it.

Alla Kozyreva

no time

We are here yet not of this world These bags of bones Count more than a million years old Taken from the Earth’s soil Transformed into new flesh again at birth Come back each time With an attempt to conquer our senses Again and again We loose our sense of worth Which is eternal End up believing Consumption is all there is to life We gratify the ego Forgetting who we are at the core of our being And what we came here for achieving We build the fences around our hearts On false pretences we try to survive Without any meaning The hamster wheel keeps running high Until there is nothing left to buy We start to cry and look for answers The mood is changing When the ancient scripture Reveals the truth of higher consciousness within

Our existence is forever as a Soul The bag of bones will cease to exist In the picture of the screen of life No need to mourn, no need to cry The Source Creator is the love we seek This human mind is in ignorance It is confused, conditioned, it is weak Massive error exists in the collective thinking Identified with nature we loose reality Have been lied to all along Abandoning the Source within We believed the old damn song Go search for The spark that’s hidden in the heart A size of a teeny tiny atom Not visible with the naked eye But scientists believe it’s all a lie And that there will be nothing when we die Discernment is needed To identify the big “I” The Self that is eternal will be waiting For your returning back home When the time is ripe Then there will be no time Then there will be no time

Alla Kozyreva

miracles are real

Loud barking of the wild dogs Laying here in the heat of the night Waiting for my soul to be released into the light Dreaming of the future How can I embrace the moment now? And allow myself to nurture What has long been forgotten Uncertainty is the one that makes you shaky They say embrace the wind that blows in all directions For the future is an illusion We are dwelling here in this pond of stillness The only way to freedom Is the softening of our hearts Letting my emotions flow As if they taught me they are real? I only wish i knew the formula But who is keeping all the secrets? Tell me more every day And I will act upon your glory For all I have right now is this device And many other little miracles that tell the story Sitting quietly I notice how the buzzing Is getting louder each day

It is a blessing when a creature Is sent by heaven to deliver messages To keep me going On this unknown train carriage That I’ve been riding since the dawn of time What for? They say But let me tell you It is the circle of the nature That goes around like the planets spin Don’t have to know the answer now Why not release it to the Angels They take me under their wings For that i am grateful And the rest will be ok As always is Surrender and let go of gripping No need to ponder anymore If it’s the answers i’ve been seeking They’ll find me forever more It is the end and the beginning As i create a spinning wheel They told me careful of dreaming I tell them miracles are real

Alla Kozyreva

its always been you

When everything stops I take a magnifying glass And look inside the levels of my being Who is this person i am calling me? Do I know you? I feel like you have been waiting all this time to be acknowledged, To be seen in all your colours, Dark and light and in between Anger creeps in and blows a whistle How can this be that you’ve been pushed to the back sit of this crazy ride? I am in agony, how can this be that i’ve neglected your existence? To be a fit into this bizzaro world that makes no difference? Preoccupied with looks and things and power At the expense of authenticity and freedom

We tagged along like good old cattle I may as well start eating grass I let the dust within me settle Holding a key to the doors of my cellar It’s time to free her, the one and only The love of my life i have been waiting for Run, baby, fly, baby, scream, baby, You are no longer hiding I touch her shoulders and we fly together Into the vastness of existence The many parts of me emerging and uniting We are imprinted on both sides of this coin Dressed in different outfits Playing different roles Giving voice to all of them is a recipe for freedom I am coming home, baby, Embrace me, hold me, love me It’s always been you.

Alla Kozyreva

By your side

Flying high in the sky Engine roaring through a thousand miles Covered with the layers of plastic matter I think of us just now sharing smiles While rushing through the roads of Bangalore To the destined places we picked as our homes Sweet sentiments are lingering in the air Those memories made are ours forever How can the heart be so frozen But love the way the Soul dwells in nirvana Never forgetting our past lives chosen Already lived here on Earth over and over When my Soul met your Soul we danced in heaven Sprinkled with a fairy dust Hearts beating fast Covered in magic layers Staring at those coffee brown eyes That took me by surprise You couldn’t see them

I was blessed by them another time Even if it’s only for a little while I took a shot to feel your pure loving Without it I was a long time starving The Universal plan is only known to God The yogic path will guide me to the timeline Already written on the wall Of my eternal Soul I bless your pure heart When i imagine your curly hair standing up As you rock up awakened in the morning Holding your coffee cup I bless your pure heart Even if the lot we shared may not last I wouldn’t change a thing from the time passed The numbers show the ending of this tide Just turn around the corner and see the light I will forever be by your side

Alla Kozyreva

gentle beauty within

Who is this girl with a cheeky smile Waiving to daddy, running wild Twirling around to show off her dress She desperately wants to impress Picking wild flowers, making a crown She will soon grow up and leave the town Setting off to the foreign lands In search of kind and gentle hands Only what happened was not the case She went away and lost her true face Abandoned herself she lost the touch And someone’s hands didn’t do much

She looked outside of herself for love Waiting for someone to fit like a glove Only to find that all this while What she was missing was her own smile What was needed was deep within And loving herself was not a sin It was in fact an act of grace That brought her peace and once lost face She is now twirling around Looking in the mirror fully found Feeling wholesome and complete Her own glove really does fit

Alla Kozyreva

The Little People

A still green pond, a Dragonfly’s home I am healing my soul While gazing out the window Into the Nature’s Kingdom Sounds of the wings flapping Mixing in harmony and blending Like the flavours of the curry soup My gratitude is overwhelming The prayer makes an appearance Uniting this Heaven on Earth experience We are the little people Wanting, craving, hoping But all we need is here Love is all we are Forgetting the truth of being We lie to gain approval Then in the need of healing Down we are kneeling We crumble No longer sober, no longer living We lost the connection, we lost the meaning To the truth of our souls Adopted camouflage of a chameleon Distorted, disregarded, diseased We chase a million Disempowered, half-hearted We cease to exist

Waiting to be saved by heaven and spoon fed Creator’s order flows from all directions Free will is what we claim Creator beings is a game we play Choosing wisely from a buffet of life The plate is empty So take a spoon and dive We are the little people Projecting ourselves onto this screen of light Disillusioned, we grip to what we think is right The good and evil was once a thought That birthed to life and spread like fungus And the Nature was watching quietly When little people went to war fighting She was patiently motionless For the return of higher consciousness rising The answers were planted That little people took for granted They raped her creations Without considerations or questions Of what will be the cause and the affect Of their actions Now she has risen The Phoenix from the aches To which she was then burned alive You better tag along and join the ride Or you can dig your head in sand and hide She is your heaven, she is the one to thrive

Alla Kozyreva