Elizabeth Bunny

Elizabeth Bunny was a lady divine,


seemingly simple, with an unusual shine.


She often smelled of vanilla and sage


And no one could ever guess her age.


She was born in an ancient small town


that flourished, mostly when she was around.


She hasn’t been there for quite a while.


No wonder it has been falling down.


“Elizabeth” wasn’t her real name

as for “Bunny” – she got as a young dame


She never liked gossip and fame.


So Elizabeth Bunny to all she remained.

What do I do?

I don’t fight villains or nemesis old.

I don’t search for riches – treasures of gold.

I don’t battle with demons, goblins, and orks.

I don’t carry guns, knives, swords, not even a fork.

I conquer invisible fears beyond a veil – so very thin.

My fight is with people’s insecurities deep within.

I came back to life from the magical touch of transformation

with a deep knowing that change is a part of every creation.

I’ll show you every day is perfect, even if it’s not sunny.

And my name is Elizabeth Bunny.

Why am I here?

The world is full of confusion

with good people often lost in illusions,

sharing a collective traumatic existence

without the proper magic assistance.

I came here without hesitating too much

to help people remember divinity’s touch.

My mission solely is to help you see –

you already have everything you need

to live out to your full potential.

That love and goodness are essential

for a world – released of pride, fear, and vanity

and for a better future for our humanity.

The Birth of Elizabeth Bunny

Why am I here?

I was a rare white swallow,
lost in the woods – dark and hollow.
Winnowing my tiny wings till an exhaust.
I closed my eyes – cold, all alone in the frost.
Touched by an Angel, I gazed at a light
and saw the Goddess Freyja, so divinely bright.
She lifted me and warmed me with a ray from above
and whispered the words that embraced me with love.
There’s a famous legend that you might have heard
about Ostara’s hare, who too was once a bird.
Just like him, I closed my eyes forever only to find
I was born again, stronger in body, soul, and mind.
I’m a powerful bunny that can travel through time and space
I was reborn where parallels cross in the most magical place.
And because life is an infinite, constant transformation,
Now I am here to help you out of any depression and stagnation.


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Dea…

I close my eyes…

Everything lies
you open your eyes
Everything dies
The Ego is gone
Stone over stone
Death dries up the tears
She doesn’t wear heels
Whispers in the left ear
“Here… here…”
She washes and heals
Death burns up the fears
But it’s all lies, just lies…
Born with similar lives
No one belongs
Keeping chins strong
Everyone dries
I open my eyes
Everyone cries
You close your eyes…

(2018)

*Dedicated to my late friend, warrior ally, fellow colleague on the blank page, on and off the stage of theatre and life – Dobrin Yungarev (April 4, 1991 – June 12, 2018)
I will hold two pen swords from now on, friend.

The birth of Love

Once upon a time was born a feeling,
which soon grew and frolicked among people freely.
Made them drunk and happy, day and night,
and shone on them like no other weary light.
So “Love” they called it, and it sang so sweetly,
enchanted all the living, lifting swiftly.
And only with an instant, flimsy grasp,
Love held their hearts and tickled them till gasp.
From mortal beasts turned into puppet dolls,
they were dancers with twirled heads and flying souls.
One day the Gods and Goddesses got frankly bored.
Daring thunders shook the grounds: they snored.
What did they feel? Well, Envy is hardly the word.
Let’s say it was a time for a change in the tender world.
Then, in just a moment, amid the colors of the vivid Earth,
to many sneaky, twisted feelings were given birth.
Soon they chased all who were in love,
until there were no other but the Gods to think of.
And thereafter,
was to be no more joyful laughter,
and giggly sounds,
only bitter, jealous hearts,
in the wicked dance of doubts!
And to this vacuous present-day LOVE hides
in the noblest of hearts and the clearest of minds.
Only those worthy of its warm and cozy lair,
shall feel True Love and share it with care.
Author: Eva Ivanova
2007

Beneath the surface

 

It’s been decades of wonder in this reality some call home.

 We’re born here vulnerable, naked, we live and leave alone.

It is the place of fears, competition, and intrusive doubts.

It is the place where some call life “A Series of Faults”.  

But beneath the surface, there is a mellow land

made of no pearls, only pure grains of sand.  

Within the sand – our home we long to see revealed.

  We’ve yet to realize, we are the ones who keep it sealed.

 

© Eva Nadis

2017