Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Friday, September 29, 2023

Mystic Rumblings (new poem)


 

Mystic Rumblings (new poem)

by Tim Kavi


across the land of seasoned night

one seeks and proudly thinks

they are the chosen

only to emerge into the light

and find out they are still frozen


I'm not the only one to discover

that I'm in the long night of the Soul

there are no lighthouses up here

no fleeces or animal skins to cover

no atonement or burnings, to make whole


this is the way to not talk about it

to remain forever humble

so cut my tongue out

and make my longing heart not fit

the scenario that leads only to a stumble


is the way of the familiar

the Narrow Ridge

across the abyss

seeking a lover

when there is no real kiss


that is the time to have faith

in the waterless desert.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

stolen kiss


Stolen Kiss 

by Tim Kavi


rust breaks through and corrupts
the shining luster of lives lived
there are always the moments
lived in memories of sunlight
through the windows

the power of thieves
breaking in, alarms shrieking
but then a gentle recognition
a kind smile, of love's remembrance
new love's certain bounty

that first stolen kiss

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

More About Goddesses: Aphrodite and the Story of Eros and Psyche (new column) (Tim Kavi's VALENTINES BE MINE FOR NINE: Posting 9)


Aphrodite observes Eros & Psyche (classical view)


More about Goddesses: Aphrodite and the Story of Eros and Psyche 
by Tim Kavi

Aphrodite is often hailed as the goddess of beauty, love, procreation and pleasure. She is also hailed as the protector of sailors as she was born from the sea foam. Aphrodite is the daughter of Zeus and Dione, making her one of the most vital goddesses in Greek mythology.

Given her nature, Aphrodite is a very personal and intimate goddess, invading the secret places of her followers and remaining close to those that are loyal to her. She can easily bring about a feeling of wonder and magic, particularly encouraging a natural feminine power, but Aphrodite is also capable of deceiving the heart when exalting the sensuality of a couple’s union as she sees fit.

The nature of Aphrodite and her ability to manipulate the magical or deceptive side of sensuality is noted in her son Eros’s union with Psyche. Eros is the god of passionate sexual love while Psyche was a princess that was so beautiful that many treated her like a goddess. Some would even make sacrifices or perform symbolic gestures in her name, which caused much jealousy among the other goddesses, particularly Aphrodite.

In her jealousy, Aphrodite sent her son Eros to put a spell on Psyche, making her fall in love with the ugliest man on the Earth. When Eros arrived, he was so stunned by Psyche’s beauty that he accidentally pricked himself with one of his magical arrows, falling in love with her instantly. Feeling guilty for his deeds, Eros worked to undo the spell and then left. Enraged that her son could not manage this deed, Aphrodite cast a similar spell to seal Psyche’s fate.

Concerned that their daughter would marry a monster, they summoned the Fates. They told her parents to take her to a mountain to leave her for her beastly betrothed. Her parents eventually obliged, and Psyche was left on the mountain in her sorrow. Seeing her tears, Zephyr the West Wind took her away to a lush forest in the valley below. Here she wandered until she found a palace with invisible servants and an invisible lover that would care for her.

Psyche was welcome to enjoy these benefits so long as she only united with her lover in darkness. After much time together, Psyche could no longer manage her curiosity and lit a candle to see her lover, Eros. Hurt by her suspicions, Eros flew away. Psyche’s suspicions show the conscience’s unwillingness to live with a relationship surrounded in darkness. Given this impossible task, Psyche appealed to Aphrodite asking to be reunited with Eros with no conditions.

Aphrodite conceded, provided Psyche enter the underworld and place a drop of Persephone’s beauty in a box. Persephone is known as the beauty of the depths because she was taken down to the Underworld to be the bride of Hades. Determined to be reunited with her lover, Psyche completed this final task, achieving a state where the dark anonymity of her previous love and the divine, personal aspects of love could merge.

Eros and Psyche were given one of few wedding ceremonies given in the presence of all the gods on Olympus. The gods celebrated this new union with a great feast that celebrated the union of the soul, and Eros, the representation of sexual love. At this blessed union, Aphrodite danced in celebration.

Poet's Afterword:  Appropriate for Valentine's Day, today's blog celebrates the balanced love of Psyche and Eros (aka Cupid) --the love that came to light in complete openness and blissful reunion.  A love that Aphrodite and the enitre Greek pantheon celebrated. This concludes the First Annual VALENTINES BE MINE FOR NINE daily blogging celebration leading up to Valentine's Day.  However, there will be a special Valentine's Day poem posted tomorrow. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to all of my readers--may your lives be filled with love and loving others.My writings and love poems are always an encouragement to love--for life is just too short for anything else.~~TK

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Someday, Goddess, Someday (new poem)




Someday, Goddess, Someday
by Tim Kavi

someday
I will walk these steps
for the final time
traverse these stairs
look out the windows
of my soul

it will be the end of this
body; in that approaching night
when the lights of your temple
seems distant
and I cannot climb the hill
to your heart anymore

some said I have done good
some even said I have done bad
but it is in my words that remain
that is all that needs to be said

a testament of your love
that I am loved when I did not deserve it
that I am hugged when I am most profane
I remain a lowly man
in a lowly body

but in your love
my soul shines bright
there is hope for the time
I am given

until that day I depart
this body
and approach the white light

someday, Goddess, someday
I will not then ever be
snatched from your love.