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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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 …
Cold in my stoicism,
Frozen in my own denial,
Of a world I crafted,
Gone. Done. Dusted.
It’s final!
I remember a warmth that filled me a long time ago,
Did it, really? I’d like to think so..
When I believed in my own illusions,
The ones I thought made me whole.
Face-to-face, we gazed in a mirror,
And in his eyes I thought I saw a glimpse of something familiar,
Was it home? That kindred spark?
Was he The One to dance with me in The Dark?
He wasn’t. None of them were.
No matter the posture,
The rhetoric, the glamour,
Promises of forever,
I’ll stay with you, my dear.
But He just wasn’t Home. None of them Were.
Tired of wanting to get there,
Tired of needing to be whole,
Tired of waiting to find him,
Tired of wanting to come home.
Till one day I Surrendered,
The Mirror Shattered.
And with it The Lover,
The Victim, The Saviour,
The Self,
And with it, The Other.
What now? What next?
A New World Beckons,
Paved with Broken Glass,
Did I at last pass my Soul’s Test?
The Mysteries lie in wait…
Discoveries I am bound to make,
Of the world I missed,
Too long spent in the mirror’s bliss,
Waiting for that one, magic, kiss.
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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.
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.
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
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…
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!
Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Black,
You come in any hue, any shade you desire.
Your hair braided, shaken loose, there you stand,
Wild Woman, Cosmic Destroyer,
Supreme Nurturer, Divine Mother,
Mahadeva’s Lover.
I behold your fangs, and the blood that drips,
Amidst severed heads I feel no fear,
Your weapons, your blessings held aloft in eight arms,
And yet I hold you so dear.
My heart opens, it blooms like the blood rose,
Take me into your Womb,
My tears fall and salt the Earth,
Take me into your arms,
Never again will I forget, Never again will I Part,
One Body, One Will, One Tender Heart.
Mother, for that is who you are to me.
Mother, Teacher, Guide me to My Destiny
Till Daughter Grows and in the Mirror she sees,
Mother. Grown to Maturity.
