geometry of places spun (new poem)

by creative artist Will Segerman

geometry of places spun

by Tim Kavi

above me 

lies a returning circle

recurrent again

bringing me to the traverse

same path; timelines bend

below a line

there's a place

flatter than flatland

we exist as

miracles of grace

we move our beings

through space and time

alive and glimmering

where reality as we know it

are mere markings 

for on the cave wall

are shadows dancing

in the firelight

of some grand figures tall

nothing else is seen

in the ghostly memories

of reality's soft sheen

there seems only what some

say it is

the land of dreams

and if the rest

my eyes could see

in some kiss or embrace

a devotion of the familiar

in some previously

forgotten place

so that when

the sun goes down

they tell me

tomorrow I am the same

I will not believe them

although I have the name

so that when 

they tell me, that tomorrow

whenever, however it's done

will surely advisedly

always come

let me make sure

the world is not lying

to my senses

let me touch the appearing

warping gates

in the wall's defenses

but You are not there

my hand passing through it

the implements extended

I cannot grasp them

but I know something

was there; existent

collapsing space time

offers no regret

in the death

of memorable times spent

and yet

tomorrow I do awaken

it is another place

another life

and I and everyone

are different

so very different

some said forsaken

bought and bruised

reality's wave riders

forgotten and abused

but those beliefs do fade

in freedom's choosing gliders

fallen and shaken

fallible; yet rising again

there is only You and Me

to form them

in reality's contemplation

so be careful

when you imagine what is true

for tomorrow you might discover

that it was only You.

Universal Translator (New Poem)

Universal Translator

by Tim Kavi

your words are like kisses

our love is 

the universal translator

your eyes

invitations to adoration

speaking a strong heart

of returned love

I beheld you 

full of light

as you moved through

space and time

majestic sounds

my heart melts

like butter

in the heat of your love

where You and I go

what we say to each other

needs no translation

we are not 'lost in translation'

but found 

in the arms of love

your kisses

are the painter's strokes

of desire

and the power of your

love reaches me inside

my heart

in every language

for universal

all reaching

to the uttermost

is what you say to me

in the language of your love.

幸福、 爱情、 保健、 移情作用

温暖、 微笑、 触摸、 吻

有也是非常重要的所有通信

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.

Romantic Swoons (New Poem)

Romantic Swoons
by Tim Kavi

breathless
no strength to tarry
in my wait for you
I soon realized
your love had invaded
my heart
As I reached the top of the hill

You were there
coaching me
soothing me
of all my hurts and fears

how could I not call to you?
calling out many years

lonely seeking nights
and finding you
in the days of your love?

until a great
and mighty wave
of love made our love

collapsed our love
into one expression

days and nights
you and me
until quietly
there was only
a lasting hug

wherever I went
alive in your eyes

I saw you standing there

goddess revealed

as sure as Kwan Yin
compassionate arms reaching
speaking breeching seeking

breaking
rendering in two
all the cultural walls within

until it was only Our love
that mysteries
held in swoon

brought forth fruit
and found only to
be ever present all the time
never missing really
never empty
never rendered

to see it and know
only it has ultimately mattered.