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 ~