Welcome to The New Age (a poem)
By: Sienna Mae Heath
Tags: Poetry, Aquarius, Astrology, Poetry On Medium, New Age

Welcome to The New Age (a poem)

The Star of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, US with the moon on the night of The Great Conjunction, December 21, 2020. Photo by Sienna Mae Heath.

Planets aligning in celebration

For what on earth could they be?

Our ceilings shattering, our floors crumbling

Lost, veiled illusions spinning for too long on the rings of Saturn.

Artists know the difference between illusion and truth.

We are all artists in The New Age

Where the word “all” is met with love, not separation.

Every poem is born real, and the ink never runs dry.

Tangled in the wires of a pen,

I’m not sure what will happen.

That’s why you’re here, aren’t you? For a pious poet’s prediction?

Open your eyes wider to the future that lives in the ink of your own pen.

Yours. The future is yours.

Today is The Dawning that many will fear and fight.

Today is the start of The New Age of Air and Aquarius if you choose it.

I cannot give you time, but I can offer a bridge of mind set on spirit.

Imagine The New Age as a place, less as a time:

It is a place of air, of light, of Aquarian rivers tipping the Just, Libran scales for good

Quenching the thirst of the Bickering Twins of Gemini.

Here, your kindness is not a weakness.

Behold the beauty:

The colors made in black and reflected in light, colors you may not yet see,

Supple shadows folding like cushions created for comfort while received with worry

Within this gestating earth so that it may be reborn,

New, wise, knowing, questioning.

Yes, questioning holds the key to the warm light

As the world quietly questions and riotously cries, like a baby.

The New Earth will be birthed by relief

And by the fleeting fright of the babies born crystalline upon Indigo mothers.

Thank goodness for the remembrance:

Where there is pain, there is recovery.

Here, victimhood is being released for more than basic survival.

Survivors can thrive so beautifully.

When Jupiter kisses Saturn

A distanced love affair between earth and air marks

This long time coming, such embrace hidden beneath the blankets of clouds;

Apologies are exchanged in the frigid darkness

Honoring the storied shadows of recovery, until the light is made ready.

This is a Great Conjunction, for recovery is a glorious creation

Of the road where planets and people are fumbling through shadow and light

With imperfect strangers, embracing truth with the wide limbs of a starfish

On a long-winded homesickness and a long-winded collective coming home.

As air is spinning between the planets

Fear subsides, the strict tides of Saturn give way to the wild, wise winds on Jupiter

A one-night stand after a millennia of brief meetings and grand messages

The build-up, the climax, the reunion of their distanced relationship begs questions:

Was it everything they thought it would be?

Can time and space compromise?

Grandfather Time and Grandmother Space in each other’s orbit and grace

Praising the Warriors of Earth whose critical mass falls to shock and agony

Each a destined companion, a twin flame, a precious piece

Of Christ Consciousness

Of Unity Consciousness, of whatever Great Name you give it.

Perhaps these planets are the keeper of the keys, the earth the lock

And we the only beings who can open the door

To the place where energy is already free, not counted on.

If we are made of star stuff, as Carl Sagan says,

Then our eyes could revolve like the rings of Saturn and churn with Jupiter’s storm

And we could survive and thrive amid this integration.

For surrendering to the forces at work is not surrendering your freedom

It is surrendering your slavery, it is inheriting Your Freedom — Your Birthright.

Here, in the Free and New Earth

Wistful winds are whispering a fresh secret to every blade of grass

Breathing clean life into sullied ways

This is a place of altars, crystals, miracles, and manifestations,

Long hair, lavender fields, and eternal victory gardens;

Girls are running wild with bucks; poets are waking up to write at four.

Silence is a place of peace, not suffering.

The New Age is where we grow together, where we speak in solitude,

Where we are finding the shackles in our language

That have kept us bound to our egos;

Verb tenses are progressive

So we need not call upon our government to force progress.

Truth is deciphering trend. Nuance has a home here.

In the New Age, truth is objective, truth is explored.

It is not declared against all odds; truth is all odds.

Truth is made of all of us, yours, mine, theirs.

Truth babbles, truth grows.

Here on this bridge to The New Age

We do not demonize, we recognize that polarization is natural.

Polarization is needed. But the north and south poles are cold

They are not meant for the warm-hearted, not for long.

And that’s why I welcome you to in-between.

Where love needs not reign, where love needs not roar. Love is.

Some are crossing the bridge to this new place,

Unafraid of the quaking magma below

Leaving the frigid poles and the purposed hurricanes behind

Solemn for the souls that are not ready

For the righteous rain and baking breezes

Of the New Earth.

That’s why I’m welcoming you, once more,

To the tropical, sonorous in-between

Where it’s warm.

As we all light the way home to The Age of Aquarius

To a place of ego death and soul bloom

Here, in this paradigm shift,

Duopolies crash and duality joins the spirit — trinity shines.

Spirit and science marry, art and technology play;

Fantasy finds truth, questions are called upon;

Surrender and sovereignty are seen as strength.

Amid this quantum leap of independence an infinity of changes and choices are made.

We shed while honor “the time before”

Crowning the true kings and queens within all

Dethroning the ghosts caught in purgatory

Giving a chance for even redeemed reptiles to become real boys

Releasing and transmuting pain into energy,

Transforming lust to joy, ego to glory.

Here, we are waiting, we are wanting;

Right and wrong blur beautifully, halves merge whole.

To The Quiet Questioner:

Remember you are a warrior,

Remember that good always wins,

And yet you doubt, as if walking on quakefire

That you will falter if you utter something strange, something wrong.

It’s okay. You are safe. You are loved.

Do not fear this light.

Be the light and others will follow.

You are one of many pausing and trotting and bolting

From different angles so that we may meet more fully

In The New Air where collectivism is coming through individualism

Unity is coming through diversity, light is coming through the dark.

Please come home to where it’s warm, true, and real

To the New Age of Manifest Destiny.