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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NECTAR SPILLS, SHE UNVEILS

Hey you!
I told you it would be this way…
Touch my heart,
my lips part,
Touch my soul,
my hips begin to sway…

A gentle tickle,
And the shy rose begins to bloom,
A nuzzle, a giggle,
She begins to swoon.

*flood*

The flow of nectar begins,
Sweet, thick, liquid love
Oh how it spills.

Over your lips,
Drowning the mind,
Over your flesh,
The body’s defenses unwind,
Over your ego,
In which you are confined.

You wanted a woman’s love, didn’t you?
Her heart, Her yearning,
Her passion, Her dreaming,
Her sex writhing and churning,
In waves of pleasure, ecstasy, agony
and through it all … Play …

I am an ocean. I am vaster than you can imagine.
I am the mighty force of a river waiting to burst free,
And through all this you ask
but a mere trickle
of All that is Me?

I’m afraid that just won’t work, Little Bee…
For with my love comes sweet intensity,
Will you drown? Will you soar?
Will you wail? Will you roar?

That I cannot say lest you find a way,
Drop your doubts, your limits,
Cast it all away.

Be here,
Without fear,
And Love Me,
Through the night and the day.

Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com

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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WOULD MAN HAVE A SAY IN THE MATTER AT ALL?

WOULD MAN HAVE A SAY IN THE MATTER AT ALL?

If man truly saw woman as sacred,
Would we have less sex and hate crimes against her?

If he truly saw her as a being worthy of respect,
Would she have equality in his familiar spaces of power?

If he truly saw her sexuality as one of her choice, and not his,
Would we leave that strange space we now inhabit?

In between gratuitous displays of sexuality in the media,
the mocking of Jada,
and a prudish moral policing
of the mother feeding her child in public?

But wait …

If woman truly saw herself as all these things,
Sacred, Powerful, Worthy,
In control of her Sexuality.

Would man have a say in the matter at all?

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