Some Voices, We Are Told, Matter More Than Others … (Poem)

Some voices,
we are told,
matter more than others

Call it privilege
Bias, Prejudice, Politics,
Racism, Sexism,
Bigotry
Call it what you like.

But whether it’s a little voice,
Or a big one.

Suffering is suffering.

Yet …

So much is drowned,
So much, we simply tune out
to hear the familiar drummer

But to place our ears to the ground
For the voices that have yet to be heard
For the soft drops of tears shed in hidden spaces.

Amidst the cacophony of the voices we know,
The voices we’ve been told are more important,
than the ones who are missing.

Surely …

Could we not listen, just a little further?
A little deeper?

Could we not seek out the words held thick
in the still air of silent neglect?

Could we not seek to hear the voice
we were told never to value
never to love
never to respect?

For some voices,
some lives,
we are told,
matter more than others…

Bairavee Balasubramaniam, 2015

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What does it take to Dance with your Shadow?

What does it take to Dance with your Shadow?

 

Surrender. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. Experience. Vulnerability. Release. Surrender. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. Experience. Vulnerability. Release. Surrender. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. Experience. Vulnerability. Release.

 

and so on.

 

It’s a tender process, one that requires you to dredge up your deeply rooted fears, vulnerabilities, anxieties and sources of Shame. It asks you to face up to your fears and to speak them out loud. It asks you to recognize your fear of consequences and act anyway.

 

It asks you to take a leap of faith in the pitch black of night

 

Not knowing if you’ll fly, fall, break, burn, be reborn ..

 

All of the above, more, or nothing at all.

 

~ bairavee balasubramaniam ~

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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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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

I WANT TO SEE YOU IN ANOTHER WAY : A Poem by Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD

 

‘I WANT TO SEE YOU IN ANOTHER WAY’

Be grateful for that one voice that stands apart from the crowd,
A whisper, a murmur, a vigilante-watcher shouting out loud and proud…
Be grateful for that person that makes you question, rather than doubt,
For you have nothing to lose, the Universe’s work is about.

Be loving to that soul that said – I want to see you in another way,
Cherish this time where you are challenged to say,
Let me see your Love and your views of today.

We’ll find a place, a space of grace,
Where your world and mine can respectfully embrace,
And we’ll make waves…

That Ripple of Love, That Olive Branch, That White Dove,
We’ll transform all in its way,
Even hatred … held at bay,

What else can I say to that Alchemy of Spirit?
That Fire of Transmutation?
The Expansion of Perception, The Rejection of Rejection…

Except ….
Hooray!

By Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com

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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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