turns of time.

many paths, many truths
each claiming to be the most ideal,
the ultimate path to the divine..
the ultimate path to humanity..
the most representative ….
of our time. Now.

And yet there is a need to step aside …
For the wheels of time teach a powerful lesson:

Repetition.

A different name, a different game,
time and time again
the same kind of claim
passionately, provocatively, profoundly,
the One that will save …
time and time again ….

a cycle is born, peaks, then ends …
a Zeitgeist emerges as part of each new age
one we collectively seek to emulate
if it hurts, one we hate
in support, in resistance,
here and there a different kind of truth,
paled in the shadow of the one hymn all are called to sing
of the greatest path Now.

that we all need to follow lest we miss the Mothership
the magic Ascension trip
there is a part of me that wonders
if our love for the collective
waking up together,
the desire to be One…
i wonder if it forgets time.
for in the next age, another Song,
then another …

we tell ourselves they build on each other.
as we dance in the trance of the music of utopia.
the cycle repeats with a different song each time
but the dancers keep dancing
but what happens if we cease to follow?
if we refuse to dance
and step away
like the eagle rising over the rain clouds

what we if simply say
hey …

we’re at it again.

there’s no magic ideal,
utopian realization,
no special time,
that hasn’t meant more than every other second in the Universe?

what if we stopped trying to push,
into being an utopia of a faraway dream,
the New Age equivalent of a
spiritual rat race?
what we if simply say

hey …
we’re at it again.

~ bairavee balasubramaniam ~

WELCOME TO THE NEW

Sometimes less is more,
More or less,
Sometimes to get real fast,
You’ve gotta go real slow..
Sometimes to get somewhere,
Stand real still…
and – 3, 2, 1, ..
Nope, still no go.

Funny old world,
Topsy-turvy doesn’t quite cut it,
That’s logic we get – we can predict,
Where truth is stranger than fiction,
Where stillness is the prerequisite to right action,
The old world won’t make sense in the new
Once you shake hands with the stranger,
in the Mirror – hm, seems rather familiar?
Normalcy bid Adieu.

It’ll never be the same…
Not now? not ever?
Never again?

There’s just no going back…
The old ways just don’t make sense …

*happy sigh*

Welcome to the New.

© Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam PhD

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LITTLE GIRL, ON YOUR COSMIC THRONE

Dark Daughter lit by the Stars,
Lovingly surrounded by Grace from Afar,
From the Abyss She Emerged, …
A Being of Sweet, Tender, Love.

Little Girl on your Cosmic Throne,
Playing Peek-a-boo with the Inner Planets,
Hide and seek with the Gas Giants,
Giggling away in a game of Celestial Tag.

Sweet creature, Brave warrior,
My Precious Cosmic Paradox.

Her Skin Lit from the Glow of Worlds,
Her Bright eyes Gleaming,
Like the most precious Pearl.

Holding hands with the Universe,
A little vortex doing her dance,
And all of the Cosmos watches,
In Absolute Silence,
Entranced.

When she’s sad, worn, ragged or just tuckered out,
She comes back home,
and lays her head on a Lap with no Form.

Tucked in Her Blanket of Stars,
Awake only in her dreams
My little Daughter of the Dark,
Falls asleep..

To the sound of the Universe’s Heart Beat.
Silver anklets tinkle on tiny black feet,
Dancing in the Darkness,
Reality Woven from A Little Girl’s Dream.

Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com

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Dissolution: Maya Un-Masked

DISSOLUTION: MAYA UNMASKED

Dissolve, Dis-illusion, Dis-assemble,
The words of fear and decay,
Yet without death never shall we see,
The Soul that Body Sheaths.
The Secrets that Matter Keeps
The Truth that is Concealed,
In Form, In Structure,
Waiting for The Big Reveal.

The Moon, the Sun, the Stars align so
My Goddesses of the Sky, of Serpent and The Old,
Ajima-Harati-Dhumavati-Kali they stand with Strength Untold,
Watching over me as I crumble,
My ego tumbles,
My desires shatter into dust,
As the Pisces Moon’s Secrets Unfold.

Karma Ceases, Ties Dissolve,
Attachment, Desire,
Ownership is Renounced,
Through Pain a new Freedom,
A New Vision, A New Birth,
Through Death, Decay, Formlessness,
In the Watery Womb of Chaos and Surrender,

A Pathway is Born.

And The Dark Goddess Smiles.

She Says: Now, My Child.
Stripped of your Certainty
You Stand Before me … Naked

Now, My Child,
Prepare …

For Your Journey has only Just Begun.

Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com

VENUS, BABY, HEAR ME OUT…. (Ode to the Venus-Pluto Opposition)

Venus, you’re going to want to Rise,
Take on the Titans, Battle in the Underworld,
With style, sass and Pride.

Venus, you’re going to want to Die,
In your Soul-Shaking, Heart-Breaking Flame,
That knows All with a Thousand and One Names,
Venus, Baby, you’re going to want to Cry.

Down, down, you go and Up, Up you Fly.
Death to Birth, Born To Die,
Ways of the World,
Heaven, Earth, Heart, Sky.

Break, just break,
Shatter into a million pieces,
Burn, just burn,
Temper them with your Flame.

There’s no Shame in starting again Baby,
No Shame in Tears or Mourning,
Grieve the Gone, Love the Dawn.

Rise once More, Phoenix-Girl,
You think he was the End-All of your World?
No, no, sweet thing … Just the Beginning….

Ways of the World – Sacrifice, the Old,
Birth, the New – That Sun-Lit Gold-Pink Sky.
Girl, don’t you know?
You’re the Goddess of the Dawn, That Golden Glow…
Radiance, My Love … Yes, it Shows!

So – Spread those Wings, Honey,
And Fly, Fly, Fly!

It’ll be Sunrise Soon…
Wake Up, Wake Up Morning Star!
Time To Shine!

~ Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com

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The Mis-Take and the Mystery: An Ode to the Uranus Retrograde

There are days I love to be wrong,
To know I mis-took all along,
My mind is forced to look again,
At things once different, now the same. 

A shift in rigidity comes about,
Neural wiring re-forms without a doubt,
When I is you, is me, is we,
To awakening, this is the key.

Dissolve, dissolve damned dogma!
Past scripts, narratives and messy histories,
Flush it down, set it free,
Whoops… was that my identity?

Ha!

That part that smiles and stays true in the storm,
When you know what you knew then was never wrong,
Nor was it right, or true, or free, or strong,
Just a little something you put in a form.

That is you my friends, you all along,
Free to shift, morph and sing a different song,
An idea dropped and philosophy forgotten,
a burden dissolved and joy begotten.

That is you, all right, all wrong…
That is you, weak and strong,
Spirit, undefinable and immortal,
Soul, free of beliefs, thoughts, perceptions – all in total.

Round the bend of certainty, past the corner of doubt
Behind that stone, the one called Mis-Take,
Sitting silently in a little rut,
Peek-a-boo, I see you!

Come out, come out, come out!

~ Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD

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