Obscurity (new poem)

 

Obscurity (new poem)
by Tim Kavi

a message in a bottle

swam the darkened sea

landed on a sandy shore

the contents therein

hopelessly dated

a voice, daring to speak

in a galaxy of voices

an atom sparked in a shell

uncertainty making

no exact measurements possible

yet I shall speak

I shall still dare to exist

making choices no others can make,

quaking in fear, daring to utter

but only fading

how much does obscurity

diminish what the artist says,

screeching like a bat out of hell,

pronouncing like an angel,

scrolls of holy writ,

will there be no hearers?

will there be no readers?

yet I speak, are my words not worthy?

paragraphs, but only monologue?

I want dialogue!

So, I pray draw closer

as my voice withers with whispers

my throat is parched,

I long  for the smooth drinking

of words uttered "well" enough

prose that gets your attention

you dare to deem it so worthy?

based only on who or what you think?

of who I am, or what I have said,

but we are completely only human,

transfixed and far apart,

knowing now, that our lives

are so valuable, wanting meaning

to be seen again, we search

for one another (post-pandemic)

let us turn to the Other,

speaking gentle words of esteem

even kindness and affinity

for all others, we come with

sure words of a brave love.

I only hope we hear, we read,

we esteem each other!

speech acts of sincere meaning

lost in nighttime's dark scheming,

longing for the light,

we can find each other

we can build again

darkened corners of unlit

cityscapes, reduced to rubble

avoiding death, and other trouble,

we will dance again

you shall see in the light

shaking the dust off

we will go to school again

and enjoy the fruits of our labors,

the happiness of each other

finding that obscurity 

was only an illusion

a feigned sense of all that was

into the unmistakable joy of what is.

Space and Time (moments we exist in) (new poem)

 

Space and Time (moments we exist in)

by Tim Kavi

it was in

that I first noticed out

the startling recognition

of the face that was not mine

it was You

but was it You

my mother?

or the harsh blows

of existence?

the wind tousled

my hair at birth

a cosmic wind

of unfulfilled purpose

and shaken perceptions

the birth

of all that is

unconscious meanderings

made manifest

in dialogical pleadings

of wondering

wandering minstrels

playing something

that moves in and out

on cave walls of shadows

unknown objects

in this space and time

my unconscious

is not found in space

but in art full sayings sublime?

there is the way made

plain, but overgrown paths

to mountains of ecstatic

loss; of self and mind

brought back from the abyss

where some have tried to hurt

and plagues bury us

in the earthy dirt

there it is You (my love)

again, You and I

I and You

your ideas changed

me and my world

into colors on a canvas

images on a flickering screen

words upon a page

hate transcended by love

for any and all to see

ideas transmitted

forms and will

energized noumena

dialectical moments

expressed upon my time

across the fleeting

historical space

(I again find your tesseracted face).

Meetings with the Promise of Any New Year (Day or Moment or Minute) (new poem)

Meetings with the Promise of Any New Year (Day or Moment or Minute)by Tim Kavi

across the distance/
things long ago forgot/
there is a meeting/
of what the future/
has brought/

lessons in time/
reflections of past/
truth in memories/
sufferings intense/
and joys unforgot/

there is/
hope in the New Year/
of what we planned/
for our futures/
in thought/

so speed forward/
never give up hope/
if you want change/
bring it and sing it/
your refrain has wrought/

across the widened gulf/
of meeting the other/
undisclosed surprise/
of the applied/
learnings you've got/.

I Looked At (new poem)

I LOOKED AT (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

I looked at

water coming forth 

from the rocks

streaming down 

the mountainside

becoming a stream

a river

and then a mighty ocean

I looked at

the harbored life

living so small

I could not see

but still believed

becoming greater

swimming lives

across eternity's tide

I looked at

temples burning

incense in blossoms

of lovely surprise

becoming deities

in the smoke

that did arise

winged ministries fly

I looked at

my planet; hoping

for love to save it

some are sleeping

to garden it

to appreciate

Gaia's keeping

to nurture it

I looked at

starry skies

saw many suns

blinking in the night

realizing cosmic scale's

awesome humbling

powers; across the

vast cosmos

I looked at

me; and then You

saw a thunderous

glory in the meeting

of the between

You and I

face to face

in every place

where souls are greeting.

Love's DNA (resequenced)

Love's DNA (Resequenced)

by Tim Kavi

Infinite loves are bent 

in the lasting helix

that becomes a model

of coded instructions

for the complexities

of yet more designs

in loves that speak 

to another kind 

of bonded pair

there in our love

is Nature's schooling

natural selection

destiny's not fooling

twisting purpose

there is no drifting

as variations mutate

and plans unfold

across populated history

for as long

as poems and songs

and novels and stories

have been told

there is the power

of love

to code itself and

rebuild itself

again and again

found when sought

this is the love

that flows

in the between

in the meeting

of person to person

the memories

of the whole

human race

that ancients knew

and sang about

wrote about

what scheme is this

what perchance to dream

as biology's revealing

of something much

deeper; is yet

discovered in some scheme

still destined

in the human heart's will

the code beats

to love; to say

to utter

beauty and true

words with power

that say:

I love you!

writer's afterword--this is an edited (excuse the pun), updated, and resequenced (excuse another pun) poem; shared today for Valentine's Day 2019. Wishing you happiness, ~~TK

Therapist Eyes (New Poem)

Therapist Eyes (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

gentle words

spoken powerfully

in the therapist's eyes

no one is lost

forsaken not

surprised yes

the roads

of discovery

healing journeys

have a chance to begin

Now

look at the light

down the new roads

ends with smiles

in the faces

of hopeful change

and darknesses'

demise

Consolations: Songs of Grief Surprised by Life and Love (new poem)

Consolations: Songs of Grief Surprised by Life and Love

by Tim Kavi

in the consolations

of the dearly departed

there are the memories

of sad longing songs

Oh! To find each other again!

but high up in the arms

a grand scheme

are the absent ones

come again

to comfort us 

in the sweet compositions

of enduring love.

I grieve the colors

of my parents

my childhood

my wandering youth

always the others too

in the approaching grays

a sunset

where in the horizon--I see appearing

love

in the face of my true love

mine and ours --

the kids

and the everlasting

dialogue of all my teachers

and friends.

simple things (new poem)

simple things
by Tim Kavi

simple things
are just a few words
but the words
are full of meaning

simple things
are behaviors that
offered to the masses
lead you to great mission

or maybe
just to love
and be loved?

did you ever see
a smile that lit up your world?
felt a hug that you knew
afterwards no matter what

everything would be ok?
swirls of wind did not
steal your soul
although it took all you had

that you would love again
that you would live again
did you ever see
a glance, no a looking
that said something to you

that besought you?
what is your answer
to the simple things
that show the suffering

in the world?

is it only the humble
open heart
to love back
to give something
to answer a call

the best you could
but with everything you are
these are the simple things
everywhere you go today
needing responses

to walk that way
for it always leads
to Nature
to the human
the human heart


and to compassion.

New Poem: Lines of the Heart: A Message of Hope at Christmas

lines of the heart 
(a message of hope at Christmas)
by Tim Kavi

after the bare
moment of life
there are lines
lines of the heart

tiny beats that carry a promise
of a life that will grow

and even in the beginning of Winter
there is the birth of divinity
celebrated all over the world

beats of humanity
that in that birth is a hope
we all know

look inside you
lines of the human heart
are everywhere

in the hope of a child
to be loved and nurtured
and held

in the hope of a people
who long and sometimes struggle
to take unknown steps
to a new freedom

in the hope of families
to find each other again
even though miles
and life has chipped away
at the core of the love they knew

in the hope of love
direct utterances and declarations
of our greatest hope
to never be alone
but to be loved and affirmed
in the uniqueness of who we truly are

there are lines of the heart
connecting me and you
brother to brother
sister to sister
connecting us to experience

hurts and sorrow
joys in the morrow
to say to the chained
you are free

and to walk in
humanity's greatest hope

enduring peace
and freedom

in the true lines of the heart
a call to dialogue
and to a response
only to become

who we are all meant to be
unique and totally free

from the constraints of body
to the oneness of us

so that in those fading lights
there are still lines of the heart
on some ECG
and monitor

transcending
to another place
lit by grace

hope still beats
in the lines of the human heart.

Called Out (To Be a Friend) (New Poem)

Called Out (To Be a Friend)
by Tim Kavi

you are the breeze to my thirsty spirit,
my soul in a time of chaos and world mistrust,
my center in atrophy
You quiet my storms at night.

in the soul of friendship
I say Thou to you
and in the liberating dancing spirit of love
I dance with you on the clouds of love.

together we paint pictures of love
sing songs of freedom's acceptance
Yes, for we accept each other as who we truly are.

In the loving arms of two souls
that call each other deepest friends
there is both a seeking
for each other's face again
and a finding in the joyful reunions
of touching each other's lives

and in that bond
there is the bond of spirit to spirit
I am called to love
I am called out to utter abandon
even on the narrow ridge.

with you

there is the call to dialogue
and the inescapable joyful capacity to love
there is only the acceptance
of whoever You are.

Summer of Cold (New Poem)

Summer of Cold
by Tim Kavi

Oh Majestic One!
We are clothed
in majesty
under the sprinkling rays
of a Winter's sun

You are there
giving life to everyone

Oh Goddess!
in the countryside
we are covered
under a patchwork quilt
made warm
by your love

there
they and I
are tucked
under your wings
where we
yearn for freedom

they think
they will win it
under the sites
of a gun

but I know
those ways
of discontentment
are never done

renew our hearts
sow our faith
break up
the hard icy ground

in our poverty
we are made rich
in those days
of dying harvest

rotting in the fields

there is decay
yet no dearth
of Your Love
in the sweet Earth

so we know
things are not
as they appear

until turning to you
instructed
we wait
and hear

change is coming
in Your love
we are already free

but those
waves of discontent
say to many
follow me

Yet I will cling
to your regal robe
daring to look
in your eyes

seeing history
unfold
until there is
centered certainty
in the people's cries

taken to flight
as new flags
are unfurled

we see the sight

we have each other
in a blindfold
Sister
justice
where will
it be told?

Sweet wife
of compassion
don't punish
us for our woes

just hug us
as we return
in your love
a knowledge grows

to be freed

in dialogue
from death
to life
from contentment
to strife

from suffering
to peace.

presence (reposted poem) to all my friends: new and old

presence (a repost) 
(to all my friends, new and old, especially the new ones)
by Tim Kavi

dancing beings
find each other
across many
lifetimes again
and again

why do they
find each other
sharpen each other
recoqnize each other
at such a time as then?

some flee again
as in great flight
some struggle
potential clashes
in a great fight

others turn softly
yet in might
urgency

heart to heart
there is a turning
a yearning
to know all
about the One

that you see
for the first time
there is a calling
to know

a setting sun
in the glance
of smiles
as the night
of mystery is begun

revealing
each other
taught by experience
what this life
might be

but when
the seeking ones
find each other
there is a shining oneness

that lights
the unconscious
night
shadows play
until real is seen

and at last
in dialogical meeting
a You is glimpsed


a Holy Presence
You are the
chrysalis emerged

in the glistening
mutual love
of You and me.

"Woman's Eyes" (short poem)

"Woman's Eyes"
by Tim Kavi

eyes of the enchantress
others must answer in truth

eyes of a goddess
lit up by love's mercy
kindness and compassion

who can help but be
touched
and moved

to respond in dialogue
with open arms
to say I and Thou!

Poet's Suggestion:  IF you liked this poem, I also penned another special poem about a woman and her pretty eyes-- 'Soft Eyes'-- Click Here to view it.