The Pagan ( Part 2 of 2- “The Reckoning”)

As the quagmire is revealed In the reflections of clear water One hears the wind Which fans the inner fire Finding his feet on his beloved earth

He restores the lost umbilical chord With the kiss of kindred spirit And recovers his episteme By reengineering himself With the alchemy of energy

The marketing of modernity Makes him laugh And vacuity of postmodernity Makes him empathise Arousing a sense of playful compassion

But when his burden is trivialised He responds with ruthless compassion To shake the shackles of the ignorant Which releases himself and the other From the entanglement of egos

Awakening one to the quantum entanglement That dances within the Spirit The Dance of the Goddess Is to be observed and relished Rather than suppressed or ostracized

Alas! Her dance is dismissed as sin And her power demonized as the serpent The State church is no different As Leviathan keeps her down with Discipline Subjugating her bioelectric power

Though there is method to this madness It is madness nevertheless Compounded by economic interests It renders even the method obsolete Bulldozing her between the two poles

Of Left and Right , they conspire Neoliberally, to Lord over her Alas! You fools, it is your own annihilation you seek By aborting yourself from her womb With your supposed intellect

She is the movement of the Spirit Can a puny wave dominate The movement of the ocean? Postmodernly one can think so But the thought is not the thing

Unless, we see this as fact She is bound to unleash Slowly but surely in her compassion Destroying and delivering human civilization From the burden of our blessed existence

A pitiable predicament For the most evolved Sapien Who can choose to dance with the wind Flow with the water Love with fire

Making space for an earth Where humanity can waltz As Krishna and Kali, The happiest boy and strongest girl of the crowd, Creating together in the gardens of Paradise….