Goddess of the Sea (Image)

eyes of the Dancing Woman (new poem)

eyes of the Dancing Woman

by Tim Kavi

enchantress, your eyes

catch me in moonlight

gentle orb

dancing there

sweet boundless moves

love is in the air

they flutter

bending me into

other dimensions

of divine light

eyelids blinking

wide awake in Night

the gentle rapture

of passion's drawing

song; sings heavenly

movements of power

where from afar

I know not the hour

I dared to look

into your Divine Soul

I am your sacred viewer

and saw your all

as your steps lit

the sacred hall

some say they were

smitten by a dancing

kitten; made perfect

in love hypnotized

not realizing your Greatness

had already mesmerized

I remember; your look

while your body below

contorted; in Divine

dancing soul

candle light romancing

glow; lit my heart whole

until I knew

all was undone

and uncovered

I cannot bear this alone

my love's secret

is in your dancing home.

More About Goddesses: Minerva, the Roman Goddess of the Arts

More About Goddesses: Minerva, the Roman Goddess of the Arts by Sir William Smith (Guest Blog Post)

Minerva is called Athena by the Greeks. The Greek goddess is spoken of in a separate article. [Athena]. Minerva was one of the great Roman divinities. Her name seems to be of the same root as mens; and she is accordingly the thinking, calculating, and inventive power personified. Jupiter was the 1st, Juno the 2nd, and Minerva the 3rd in the number of the Capitoline divinities. Tarquin, the son of Demaratus, was believed to have united the 3 divinities in one common temple, and hence, when repasts were prepared for the gods, these 3 always went together.

The Later CapitoLine Dieties:
Juno, Jupiter and Minerva

She was the daughter of Jupiter, and is said to have sometimes wielded the thunderbolts of her father. As Minerva was a virgin divinity, and her father the supreme god, the Romans easily identified her with the Greek Athena, and accordingly all the attributes of Athena were gradually transferred to the Roman Minerva. But we confine ourselves at present to those which were peculiar to the Roman goddess.

Being a maiden goddess, her sacrifices consisted of calves which had not home the yoke. She is said to have invented numbers; and it is added that the law respecting the driving in of the annual nail was for this reason attached to the temple of Minerva. She was worshipped as the patroness of all the arts and trades, and at her festival she was particularly invoked by all who desired to distinguish themselves in any art or craft, such as painting, poetry, the art of teaching, medicine, dyeing, weaving, and the like. This character of the goddess may be perceived also from the proverbs to do a thing skillfully even mindlessly, i. e. to do a thing in an awkward or clumsy manner; and with Minerva's blessing even the efforts of a stupid person may be they who (are) presumed to set right an intelligent one.

Minerva, however, was the patroness, not only of females, on whom she conferred skill in sewing, spinning, weaving, but she also guided men in the dangers of war, where victory is gained by cunning, prudence, courage, and perseverance. Often she was represented with a helmet, shield, and a coat of mail; and the booty made in war was frequently dedicated to her. Minerva was further believed to be the inventor of musical instruments, especially wind instruments, the use of which was very important in religious worship, and which were accordingly subjected to a sort of purification every year on the last day of the festival of Minerva. This festival lasted 5 days, from the 19th to the 23rd of March, and was called QuintArius, because it began on the 5th day after the ides of the month. This number of days was not accidental, for we are told that the number 5 was sacred to Minerva,

Kavita #332 (new poem)

Tim Kavi's Celestial Typists

Kavita #332

by Tim Kavi

the monkey runs around

laughing

his pursuers slip on

banana peels

and peach pits

are left glimmering in the sun

he is Sun Wukong

or Hanuman laughing

playing

tickling the underarms

until sages are almost

annoyed

the place is the jungle

22 celestial typists

type randomly

until all the names of God

are listed

quite by accident

until the paper is expelled

a well meaning sage

wanders by

almost blinded by the whiteness

of the page

he reads with wonder

and nods his head

a cosmic explosion follows

 

an old man buys his young

granddaughter ice cream

she smiles

he remembers when grand papa

did the same for him

he smiles

the nearby crows

hope the cone is dropped

on the way home 

through the park

another child swings

and plays with balloons

life goes on.

From MY Heart to Yours: The Wandering Poet Goes Home

Dear Readers, Friends, and Family:

It is not often that one comes before others without any pretensions, decorum or poetic words; with just a message straight from my heart to yours. Some of you might not have known this, or might be surprised to hear it, but for over two years I have been away from my homeland, my kids, my job, and my family and friends there.  At first, I have traversed foreign lands here in China. Anyway I am happy to report I will be returning home some time in the next three or four months.

I certainly appreciate every one who has stopped by here on this blog since 2008 from all over the world. (Before this blog I wrote poetry for three years on MySpace and there was quite a few of the same readers who used to visit my poetry there that have come here). I appreciate all the comments, and those that have read my words here, or purchased my books.  Thank you so much. While I was gone from home I visited places and abodes of the Goddess in China and elsewhere, (there will be even more More About Goddesses columns about some of those places), I drafted numerous poems here on this blog, and finished five poetry collections, three were published since I have been away from home, and I have had my share of adventures. But to be in a foreign land, is not the heartland of home.

From my heart to yours, I appreciate you all so much, but it is time for this poet to go back home.  To my kids, and my family, and my friends  back home, I have missed you all so very much.  You have no idea.  I have daily longed to see the hills of home, and the freedoms my homeland has to offer.  But I want to reassure my readers that my poems will continue just as they happened before I ever left home and will keep on happening after I return.

My sense of dedication to my art and poetic word that burns and flows in my heart cannot ever be stopped or silenced. I struggle, arms linked with those that are downtrodden, oppressed, and remain unfree. I long for women to be treated properly all over the world, and for the world to recognize the folly of unbridled patriarchy. I will not stop writing here and in my future collections.  But it is time to go home.... and that will be happening very soon. Thank you for your prayers and support which makes it all happen.

Namaste, and bless you so much,  THANK YOU SO MUCH, Tim Kavi

Update:  Indeed I was able to return home, and this was accomplished on August 30th, 2013.  What a happy reunion to see family, kids, and homeland again!  Thank you for all the support, prayers, and assistance from everyone who has aided in this big transition.  Namaste! T.K