Saptashringa Garh (new poem)

Saptashringa Garh

by Tim Kavi

Love in the cosmic Universe everywhere

gentle clouds and nebulas

of fleeting moments

in purpose

crinkled

stardust

on distant suns

evil possessed

treasures of the people

Bhagawati

reached by the power

of your love

basked in the warmth of your arms

chastened by kind

words to be

brought to the obedient

temple of reckoning

you are found even

here

light years away

your love reaches

your kiss embraces

cannot hide from it

searching

the entire universe

contained in every atom

experienced in the

smallest nanoseconds

found in a drop of oceans

there and here

and in flowing

teardrops

on the moisture

of rain

on a rose

brought closer to

a celestial pose

there was only

a response

to the calling

of all that

You are

there is nothing

left but to adore

you

to find you

to seek your

face in each dawning

to stand free

in your affirming

power

of the temple

and breeze

of your redeeming

call.

Excerpt Repost: From 'Goddess in Motion Redux"

Excerpt Repost: From 'Goddess in Motion Redux' (previously published poem)

by Tim Kavi

shining in the

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

poet's afterthought: a shining anima from the dark pool of the Unconscious

or... the archetypal visitation of femininity everywhere... ????--TK

The Seeing (new poem)

The Seeing

by Tim Kavi

in gentleness of whispers

in shouts of revelation

the visiting goddess

brought herself

to the valleys of purpose

in the night

there is always

cosmic light

behind the doors

marked daring

there was certainly

a blind devotee

staring

and in the songs

a fruit of devotion

was doting

and caring

such things as this

were wondering

wooing

and moving

until he saw her

again

she was there

for the revealing

of all that was needed

your love

completes me

he said

your songs

greet me

she said

and that was

the end of night.

Burning Words (new Poem)

Burning Words

by Tim Kavi

burning words

drunken debauchery

filled the course of the wild

wood

where damsels wept

looking for love

minstrels played

poets spoke

but there was

for comedians

no joke

a shivering wind

ice storm of shit

hearts had grown cold

there was only a wee

chance of hope

and it seemed to be

getting old

somehow

creeping through the fog

there was yet

a great reckoning

a call to meeting

for the purposed

onslaught

to see each other

and love

what time

had forgot

but with the burning

word

the rebuke was square

let person to person

become heart to heart

secrets made bare

then they will

say God was among us

and let us pray

until the strength

of humanity's rebirth

brought them

to a return of

Sacred Earth

but then and only then

when hearts sow love

and community

is the crop

then there is

blessing in every drop

away from this

existential slop.

poet's note: a different kind of poem, hearkens to yesteryear.

a return to the madness of the prophet. --TK

Sounds of the Revealed Word (new poem)

Sounds of the Revealed Word
by Tim Kavi

caressing You
in the moonlit night
my incense
offering rose from
the altars
addressing you

there was only
a sacred word
binding us to
each other

dancing in the firelight
the logs crackled
but still gave out heat

burning coals
on my lips
you were the night's
fire

sweet sounds
of music
sounded afar off
but drew near
in your kisses
a symphony
I did hear

and when the morning
arose from the mist
the seashore
beckoned

and I saw the
word there

still written
in the sand

love.

soft eyes (new poem)

soft eyes

by Tim Kavi

soft eyes

your sweet lingering

ways

are soothing

paths to

a great everlasting

kiss

that breathes

out

enlightenment

your confident speech

fills my universe

with warm sighs

and in the blanket covering both of us

there is no disguise

of your sweet

soft eyes

and in the cosmic replies

there is always

the music

of a thousand

seeking searching

ways to see

and to know love

if one just looks

if one just is

and dares to let

her light shine

there is beaming

truth so wise

always behind

those beautiful

soft eyes.

Poet's Suggestion: If you liked this poem, there is another poem on this blog, just about a woman's eyes. Click Here.   Afterword:  This poem is about a shy woman (stanza 7) hence the tentative photo, but still the endearing soft eyes.

Lu Xun Park (blog entry)

Lu Xun Park

Yesterday was the Chinese Holiday, Founder's Day. I spent the day at Lu Xun park in Shanghai. It was raining slightly part of the day, but it did not dampen spirits. Everywhere there was young and old strolling, singing, dancing, playing badminton, playing Chinese ancient musical instruments, or just chatting at the park.

The park is a memorial that commemorates the work of the great Chinese writer, Lu Xun. Lu Xun's important work moved Chinese literature from the time of imperialism to the birth of a new society.

The park includes the actual house where he lived, and has been preserved pretty much exactly as he left it when he passed away. Being at the park and reflecting upon this famous writer's life and work was very inspirational.

Last year, Penguin Classics published a special edition of Lu Xun's writing. Time magazine called it the most important Penguin Classic ever published. You can get it from Amazon in paper form or for your Kindle. Here's the link at Amazon.

TK