Up in the High Places, The Spring of Humanity is Born (new poem)

 

Up in the High Places, The Spring of Humanity is Born (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

up across your high places

are many footprints

and scents across the rocks

mystics new and old

we traverse the caverns

where your stories are told.

I sought your many faces

walking with them 

to behold your doting graces

there is only the fainting winds

where the fire had moved quickly

humanity's warlike disgraces.

Had dotted the landscapes

tainted the visions

hid the messages of your word

where the eclipse of war

blinded the already deaf

and hindered our steps toward.

we the seekers in peace

and truth, dally not

but hasten our climbs in hope

held on your wings of love

they are our constant rope

as we incite your Spring arrival.

shrine of the goddess (new poem)

shrine of the goddess (poem)

by Tim Kavi

In the distance

a foggy shroud

I see

a mountain path

climbing to an essence

lost in a fog

the path winds

upward, like

a foothold into

an existential abyss

There, the preponderance

of the evident

is lost to all my senses

but the beauty 

lingers like a lasting impression

of Her, in the mist

is She that dwells

in the shrine

of the goddess.