Oh Goddess! You Fill The Earth (new poem)

Oh Goddess! You Fill The Earth (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

Across the withered plains

there are currents in the sand

marks of played-out destinies

gleaming in the desert sun

burning like flames consume a book

my knowledge has become desolate

quaking at the power of Nature

searching with a lapping tongue

looking for, and 

desperately seeking

the oceans of your love.

so O goddess

fill the Earth

with the fruits of your being

let the dancers, rejoice

let the singers, sing

and let the poets speak.

for great cedars shall grow

where once it was desolate

and hearts frozen cold

shall beat again; in the power

of your love.

Songbirds (new poem)

Songbirds (new song)

by Tim Kavi

My little songbirds

Fly back to us, every corner and tree,

for we are tired of sad songs.

We long for you to let us be

Yet we await your sacred word

As the flowered gardens

are watered all over the world.

Is there a finish to the whispering whirl

By the sweetest songs ever heard

We are like they are

stretching towards the light.

Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life

Winter has come and gone

no stories to tell

there is the beckoning herald

no friends do greet you, you flew here alone

the red robin is coming

the whip-poor-will

the blue jay and cardinal

do mock the crow's song

until we sing no song alone

roosting on hearths near home

there is a nesting brood 

yet not all is at is seems

to celebrate Spring song

and Summer song's shrill

there is only the triumph

of my own song to be sung

chasing the currents to new heights

of glorified destiny

canvas unfurled

I long to fly with you

where you have already gone

to warmer climes

no time to dwell on unhappy songs.

artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.

yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK

A Tree Overlooking Existence (new poem)

A Tree Overlooking Existence (poem)

by Tim Kavi

A tree, I'm looking for

where I'm the same

in Nature grown

And what is known

Flows in a sweet refrain

of my existence, la la

Where gladness pours

across the flowered meadows

where the sunlight feeds the tops

of the seated places

where my sadness goes in retreat

of my existence, la la la!

lost in space

from the Earth's froth, my roots

run deep into the watered ground

across the withered plains

there's a forest, by the winding brook

of my existence, la la la la!

collapsed in time

superpositions, gray matter

fired neurons across a landscape

bring disturbing visions that promise peace

something's not right, in the light

of my existence, fa la la!

We, my fellow primates and I

are sitting in the treetops

safe where we imagine we see all

heavenly thrones of power

dripping knowledge, like raindrops

of our existence, fa la la la!

there it is; the quieting path below

one we have sought, 

in silencing reverence

as we descend and ascend

the ladders of the places we've got

of our existence, fa la la la la!

there in the calming spaces

of the open vistas 

the countrysides and rocky

paths and highways

that shine to us

Peace! in the open arms of our existence!

Tree Paper Machine (New Poem)

Tree Paper Machine

by Tim Kavi

Tree

interconnected communicating

green limbs filled with life

bearing fruit

balancing energy in the shadowed forests

of Nature

becoming paper

dying leaves decay into the earth

seasons come and go

ideas transmitted

across the papers of existence

the ideas become machines

in the minds of those that seek to live

making tools that enslave

or make free

time and time again seasons

across the papers of history

annals of human created misery

transcending into beauty

that ascends rising

from the ashes

misbegotten machines

forgetting not our existence

the machines

have become our fascination

until what we say

is only through the interfacing

limbs of synthetic webs

devised by a network

tended to by machines

dependent upon machines

the gardens have forgotten

human attentions

and turn to seek one another

crying out in the night

of tree paper machine

Tree of Me (New Poem)

TREE OF ME (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

I am rooted

drawn deep into the soil

my limbs longing for light

until the gentle ocean speaks

and the winds scatter

my leaves throughout the wild

wooded Earth!

There is only my existence

screaming in the void

fighting to stand tall

as long as I can.

About the photo:  Photographer is Beth Moon. The photo was featured in the Review Section of The Wall Street Journal; Saturday-Sunday Oct. 11-12, 2014; page C12.