Showing posts with label moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moon. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2025

More About Goddesses: Mama Quilla:The Radiant Lunar Mother of the Inca (New Essay)


 

More About Goddesses: Mama Quilla: The Radiant Lunar Mother of the Inca (New Essay) by Tim Kavi

In the luminous pantheon of the Inca civilization, few figures shine as gently yet as powerfully as Mama Quilla, the goddess of the moon. Revered as the consort of Inti, the Sun God, and the sister-wife of Viracocha’s divine children, she embodied cycles of time, fertility, and feminine power. To the Inca people, Mama Quilla was not merely a celestial body but the very essence of womanhood—protector of wives, mothers, and the tides of human life itself.

Historically, the Inca regarded Mama Quilla as one of the three great deities of their empire, alongside Inti and Pachamama (the Earth Mother). Her worship stretched across the Andean highlands, and her golden temples gleamed in the ancient capital of Cusco. The priests and priestesses of the moon observed her phases closely, marking them as divine rhythms by which to guide agriculture, ritual, and governance. The lunar calendar, vital to planting and harvest, was dedicated to her. Each full moon was a celebration, when offerings of silver—her sacred metal—were made to honor her reflected brilliance and to maintain harmony between the heavens and the earth.

Mythologically, Mama Quilla was said to weep tears of silver that fell to the earth as moonlight, explaining the presence of the precious metal in Andean mines. Her tears were symbols of compassion and sorrow—mourning the pain of the world while illuminating its darkness. As Inti’s counterpart, she balanced the harsh light of the sun with her cool reflection. Their divine union represented the duality that structured Incan cosmology: male and female, day and night, order and renewal. The Inca viewed such complementarity not as opposition, but as a sacred balance, a principle deeply embedded in their social and spiritual lives.

Mama Quilla also served as a protector of women, particularly those wronged or abused. Legends describe her defending mortal women against injustice, and rituals invoking her were performed for healing and reconciliation. In this role, she symbolizes the sanctity of emotion, the power of empathy, and the endurance of cycles—birth, death, and rebirth. Her monthly waning and waxing mirrored the phases of womanhood, reinforcing the spiritual connection between human and cosmic rhythms.

As an archetype, Mama Quilla continues to instruct us today. She teaches the value of reflection—how to shine light not through dominance, but through receptivity and grace. While Inti blazes with outward energy, Mama Quilla glows through inward wisdom. She embodies emotional intelligence, intuition, and the strength found in gentleness. In a world that often glorifies solar qualities—speed, productivity, and conquest—her lunar nature reminds us to honor introspection, cycles of rest, and the quiet power of nurturing.

In archetypal terms, Mama Quilla represents the feminine principle of renewal, reminding humanity that illumination arises from darkness. She shows that beauty and meaning often emerge through change, loss, and restoration. As the Inca once looked to her to guide their seasons and ceremonies, we too can look to her as a guide for our inner seasons—recognizing that every waning is followed by a waxing, and that the moon’s light, like compassion, never truly disappears.

Friday, November 1, 2013

More About Goddesses: The Roman Goddess Diana (New Column)



More About Goddesses: The Roman Goddess Diana 
by Tim Kavi

Diana is known as the goddess of giving birth, the hunt and the moon in Roman mythology. She is commonly associated with the woodland, possessing the power to control animals and communicate with wild animals. She is also commonly associated with the woodland, particularly oak groves, which are considered a sacred place associated with her worship.

Diana is commonly associated with other gods and goddesses that harness similar abilities to her own. She is one of the three maiden goddesses in Roman mythology who swore to never marry to keep their powers and abilities pure. Minerva, goddess of wisdom and Vesta, goddess of the home, hearth and family, joined Diana and took these vows of virginity, which were honored by priesthoods devoted to their orders. Diana is also commonly associated with her family ties, being the daughter of Latona and Jupiter as well as the twin brother of Apollo. She is often seen as working alongside the water nymph Egeria, who acts as an assistant midwife and Diana’s servant in Roman mythology. The woodland god Virbius will also commonly work alongside Diana.

Symbolism of the Goddess
Diana is often seen accompanied by deer or dogs, representing her power over the hunt. She will commonly carry a bow and arrow for a similar purpose. She was originally worshipped in wild places or in the mountains and is commonly drawn or depicted in forest areas. Over time, a temple to Diana was built along the forested shores of the Lake Nemi, an area that came to be known as Diana Nemorenesis. A shrine to her was also built on Aventine Hill for the lower classes and slaves to worship her. Male priests in her order are said to have fought to the death to become one of her own.

The festival to honor Diana was held on August 13, which was simultaneous with the festival of Hekate.

Associations of Diana with Nature
Diana is commonly used by groups that would like to collect more closely with nature, often taking on the role of Mother Earth for less traditional worship. She protects the menstrual cycles of women, encouraging them to honor their bodies and live in tune with the nature which controls them. Alters to Diana have often presented pictures of the moon, deer, dogs, white candles, clear quartz, jasmine, lavender or honey. These note her purity and her love for the outdoors while also honoring the pure light of the moon in which Diana controls.




Saturday, March 9, 2013

Love Singers (New Poem)




Love Singers

by Tim Kavi

your songs fill the air
with wonderful
feelings never felt
before;

no, not anywhere

except in Heaven
where your choirs
assemble
admiring the sounds
escaping your lips

beautiful wafting
currents of melody
exalt the spirits
lifting up blissful
moments there

passion
and love
dancing in firelight
reflections of moon
on the beach
where flames of love
light up the night

eyes of lovers
swoon

graceful steps
on the ballroom floor

majestic fountains
of forever youth
whenever our special songs
fill the air

fluttering rosy airships
sweet words of love

bring me home
on their wings to you

sweet calls of love
guide me home
even when the darkness
shuts out the heart

I grope
to find my way
but in the distance
the love songs
guide me back
to the wonders of love

somehow love singers
reach through darkest night
bringing hope
in their golden
notes of soothing
white light

for there
in the lingering notes
I come to you

where in the sweet
sounds of your soul
I am warmed
loved
and never alone.


Poet's Afterword:  Music as sure as anything is a sweet sound of love.  And in no other art form has more been written and sung about regarding all the glories and even the pitfalls of love.  I have selected some of my favorite love songs on a playlist that you can sample at Youtube just by clicking this link . Hope you enjoyed this poem and the playlist collection of some of my favorite love songs.~~TK

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Moonlight Reflection and Blues (New Poem)





Moonlight Reflection and Blues
by Tim Kavi

chiseled in white, Your
silhouetted body glimmers
in moonlight
hues of blue against the
backdrop of darkening night

sighs escape the moon's lips
for You are awesome
in Diana's sight

dancing stardust is in your hair
standing near You are framed
in beauty, where even robed,
Rodin stops to stare

I dare not breathe, wondering if
I will awaken, to find
You are not there

my eyes struggle to focus
to make coherence in the bending
twisted destiny, chiseled in night,
I feel your warm body next to me

blue event horizon
in the sheets of our bed
canyons and furrows lead to
Your vastness
where a Goddess is born

for You are a beautiful sight.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Valley of Moon (New Poem)






Valley of Moon
by Tim Kavi

in the valley
of moon the jade flute sings.

You are my sun at sunrise
and my ocean at the beach stretching endlessly.

I wake up and look out my window
Spring has come and I see where
your love has been
busy as everything is growing now
it has even dripped a misty rain on the lilacs
in our garden now

there is a purpose to all that is living
to appreciate the rain you brought
to give thanks for the food we had sought
for your nourishment is never empty and never brings drought.

cracked and dry earth is no longer parched
the flowers in the dirt bear pretty designs
that which ate and destroyed is kept silent and lifeless
captured and dead before your loving eyes.

So let Nature and I be dancing
let the stars swing by me
I am tapping on the Earth with lively feet
dancing in the romance of your love that reaches
so that wherever I go is never dragging
my spirit is freed in space and time
I will get there yesterday and tomorrow
for everywhere I am alive!

and lest you think I am joking
I closed my window blinds and sensing your presence had filled the room
I saw the dark place full of light
and I know now that even when you come and go
every moment I am never alone
and I am always loved, sweet valley of moon
I play the jade flute now

tomorrow I am your happy groom.






Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Beyond Dreams (new poem)




Beyond Dreams
by Tim Kavi

shadows
in dancing fire
ethereal breeze
in night
hoots of owl
well lit moon
blinded his sight

she moved
among the shadows
he was looking
for her
resting after
a long search

goddess moved
closer
he breathed
evenly
but his heart
increased

she walked
into the meadow
her gown
was white
he saw her
sculpted body
under it

her face was
veiled
he sighed
but knew not
to call out

she came closely
her eyes darting
like Ma Durga
Yet they were Chinese

he cautiously
removed her veil
they kissed
like he had never
kissed
and loved
like he never
knew

in the dawning
mist she arose
and went out
he awoke
and spoke
and thought
that he had dreamed
the goddess

but when he
wandered around
the next bend
she was there

waiting for him

shining in the
brilliance
of an ordinary woman
yet he knew
this
was his goddess
on the faces
of women everywhere

and especially
on this one
his lovely love!