You know, I often write about relationships, dialogue, and the importance of feminine aspects and energy. My poems are all about goddesses as archetypes and guiding voices and forces against patriarchy. But there is a special quality that families and life also have on the male side of things.
Brothers have a very powerful supportive influence within a family that can last into adulthood and throughout our lives. And that's the way it is between my brothers and I. I have a lot of fond memories in my family, and I am the youngest of three brothers. Last evening, my middle brother passed away. I love him so, and he has meant so much to me throughout my life...
Prayers would be appreciated as we mourn his passing.
Some years back I wrote a poem on this blog about my brother Dave.... and here it is,,, Dave...rest in peace and God be with you! ~~~Namaste--my brother
Little David and the Dancing Monkey
by Tim Kavi
when across the eddying
spheres of time
there is an existence in
a moment
between young and old
is it the generations
talking?
or just me myself
longing for something I knew
or making sense of what
I am taught
the clever young minstrel did sing
and dance
doing battles for the great
and good
on a journey to the West
Are you me?
The minstrel asked.
No, I am Sun Wukong.
I use my skills
like this...swoosh swoosh
swoosh!
I see! Said the minstrel
preparing his stringed
instrument
I am named after you, though
I am your nephew
Little David
Uncle David smiled
chuckled
and said: You were dancing
quite a bit
let me sing you a song
while you rest
Oh? You play the guitar!
My father told me
Oh, what a treat!
It is my own Journey to the West
while my guitar gently weeps
playing notes of blest or blast
roaring like a stratocaster
but please be calmed
and like a David and his harp
soon the notes filled the air
with sweet sounds
of poetry flying there
the young Sun Wukong
could not stop himself
he danced and twirled
like some Dervishes
from another place
"I can tell you are a legend
You should never settle for less
hang on to the skirt of existence
such preciousness in Guan Yin
rises to meet you
and bless"
Uncle David did sing!
while the prettiest sounds
that little boy
ever heard
the Fender did bring
and when the song ended
the little dancer
that Monkey King
had tears in his eyes
Oh Uncle David!
You sing so nice.
Thank you so much!
Uncle David smiled
No problem, he said
at that moment
Little David's father
entered the room
Father! Father!
Uncle David sang me a song
and played his guitar
You were right!
Yes son, life is great
art and love
and family and truth
are all around us
to Uncle, father said
Thank you!
It's great to see you!
Uncle David smiled
Father said
Little David's mother
had prepared
an evening meal
a supper for a dancing monkey
a skilled minstrel
a poet father
two brothers
and a clever child
Father??
Yes son?
After supper
may I show Uncle David
my moves
with my monkey stick?
Yes son,
but please be careful
you can put an eye out
with that thing!
everyone laughed.
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