"Puny" Human Existence (New Poem)

"Puny" Human Existence
by Tim Kavi

the puniness
of our existence
in the vastness
of the universe

filled with
such arrogance
and self importance

it is no wonder
that ego is the source
of conflicts
internal and external
that leaves fleeting
moments of conclusion
that seem like comforts

but in our "puny" efforts
to love
and to heal
truly great things
get done

and in our search
for transcendence
is the humbling
journey of the soul
to new paths
of being

to new planes
of existence
to enlightenment
and beyond

and why is it that
it is only the dancing souls
that try to restore order
bring chaos
and are hated so badly
because they loved so?

we are not just
DNA programmed souls
that happen to think

but are beings
on the transcendent way
to meaning
purpose
fulfillment
and love

remember this
that in that is the kiss
of what some
call the Void

the freedom to be
is what beckons
and the freedom to be left alone
and exist in the face of it
comes at great price

for in love
there is never alone
but only the giving up of self
in selfless love

to be moved
by compassion
introverted will
is not the struggle of the weak
but those trodding the upward hill
the narrow ridge
between Self and Other

that once remarked
you are not my brother!

and once languished
in the crying sea

there is only that unknowing
which shall become
the surety of all that is.

In the Mist (new poem)

In the Mist
by Tim Kavi


In the mist of that new morning
I knew nothing
(ecstatic quieting bliss)
no thing
Was more elaborate than this

to be loved
to be kissed
to be missed

by that that is without
by Her that loves

Those that imagine they have everything
might not even have this.

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.