There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)

 

There is Nothing, There is Someone (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

there is nothing-

ness you say

but I think there is something!

there is war

in the world

but I say we must never give up hope!

there is longing

and loneliness

in the machine minds

of reduced humanity.

until one cries out for connection

there comes a new connection

a springing forth

there is hate and prejudice

all over the world

but I say there! is where

love and binding together

must heal!

there is sickness and pandemic

breeding grounds of fear

there is where we must transcend,

comfort, even ourselves

to live again.

to never be forgotten

to arise from the destruction

with wings of hope

beyond despair!

so, that is something

that is human!

That is what I see there!

in such a world

stand strong in love

for each other

and by each other

we are all we have

each other

to see us, get us,

through

survival of the fittest?

survival of those that love!

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

 

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

catch the sparrow

while they take wing

catch the sparrow

as they take flight

so you may rightfully sing

gentle breezes carry

across the night

in the destined moonlight

one finds a nesting place

catch the sparrow

because Winter they do bring

singing their songs with a happy heart

catch the sparrow

you will find an awesome thing

flying on wing spans

carried away and above

in your lover's love

there is a singer's space

catch the sparrow

tiny but forceful and strong

catch the sparrow

fill the Earth with your song

catch the sparrow

beautiful breasted ones

catch the sparrow

until all the days are done

fair feathered ones

I see your feet in the snow

but I always know

your song comforts me

wherever I go.

afterword: photo credit: House swallows on

the rooftop with Mt. Scott, New Zealand in

the background. --Jonathan Keelty,

Hong Kong

Wayward Journeys (new poem)

 Wayward Journeys (new poem)

Wayward Journeys

by Tim Kavi

in the wild woods

of Wyeastern winds

I saw the bearded

prophets rise

I asked them questions

about what futures

would arise

they rubbed their beards

they had no answers

there were no easy answers

just pleading eyes

from my beseeching heart

You must never give up

one of them said

My heart is broken for the lost

another one said

yet there is a way

I didn't say it, one said

the wellspring of hope

and transcendent glories

of the human heart does.

We can do it!

observers of the vat (new poem)

observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi

There are some that say

we are but entertainment

cinema to the unmasked

basked outside the canvas

universal; universe-all canvas

of brave heroes, animas untold

in foreign lands, back home

dimensional palaces

outside tesseracted resurrected

mansions in our heavenly places

where walking across sandy shores

there are beaches of smashed

human castles, as epochs fade

history unravels in realizations

of absurd meanings

speckled across homecomings

to latex manufacturing

of synthetics; plastic to be heard

perhaps minding this place

in what seems to us

a vast cosmos; we are

in a vat; other beings to see

yet creating meanings

that search for transcendence

and finding freedoms

to move up higher

yet to find 

meanings are in meetings

even other beings

a purposeful sea

so time moves us up from the vat?

what will we see?

another plane of existence

where we are partly free!

there is always the collapsing

entropy of seeming

decay; but one knows

intimately there is another way!

spoken only in shadows

of dreams and cave walls

the essence of human

spirits divinely touched

shall never fail

even if in a vat

or a cold cosmos

the heat of existence warms

itself in the love of being

loved and the discovery 

of the free!

Confessions (New Poem)

Confessions
By Tim Kavi


Did you ever want to tell
Someone on fluttering wings
that you loved them? Tell
them again and again.

The flight of the winds and
currents of time and history
pulled at you, snatched at you
and carried you away from them?

Sometimes they did not know
sometimes they were unwilling
other times they did not care at all?

They may have even allowed the wind
to carry them away.

Yet you yearned to proclaim
testify and shout no matter what
a fool you looked?

That you loved them so much
while some said the culture, the times.
the language made you all wrong for them,
but in your heart you felt it was right
and they said it too, in their authentic
moments?

You tried so hard to in your efforts
because you never wanted to fly away
from them? The universe clutching you
in its mighty fist, while you were enclaved
in the rocks and cliffs of a despair
that never lets you go, and you could not,
would not, speak it to them?


Did you ever see in their eyes the
loathing wrongness of your fluttering approach
so that they missed you, not one bit? Until
famished, you are not hungry, until
thirsty, you did not dare drink?

Longing for them in the loneliness
of your despair, you loved, although
no answers to your prayer? Delicious
entreaty feeds your stomach with
the aching sourness of your existence?

Only to be told, they did love you
did want you, did need you, but they held
back? If only you paid attention, did not
faint, never gave up, hoped the
hopes that all is not lost? Until
the suffering quietness of their bold
assertion that they would 'love you forever'
but you found out they did not?

It is only then, that you realize,
know, absolutely certainly that you
are only alone utterly and can
only love yourself? Yet you did not
let go of that walk along the
narrow ridge. Searching for the bridge
to another human heart?

For it is only then that you can
begin to see the Other. Coming
from the other side of the
abyss? Waiting for their kiss?

Waiting so long that temples
fade into dust. Clouds eddy
together in the collapse of
empires, dynasties, and governments?

There is no unruly soul, as this;
those that thought love had
kissed but only was left to this?
The utter despair, loneliness, and
unwillingness of one who has lost
their way?

Not giving up hope, the Seeker searches,

crosses the rope bridge, that swings
in the wind of existence? Precarious
search to a blind alley, but faith
persisting, guides to habitat of heart,
reveals a path to that
certain kiss?

Of the Other lonely, and knowing
one you had found each other that
all hope was finally not lost? And
once finding each other, clinging to
one another with a grip everlasting
hounding, seeking you out wherever
you went in the Universe?

Knowing completely at last this, that
in your twin knowing there is only
the oneness of each other? Finding
peace at last in a love steady
and true, that never parts. As you
beat your wings in the steady above
and pulse of the other's heart?

To persist, to remember, to find love
again in the absolute surrender to each other.

"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.

Shadows on the Wall (Are Dancing!) New Poem - with Poet's Afterword

Shadows on the Wall 

(Are Dancing!)

by Tim Kavi

held there

transfixed

bound

like Prometheus

no ground

of being

except what they

make come to light

and seem to say

glorious images

all human truth

knowledge grows

lively in youth

blades of grass

representing as else

playing symbols

in the mind of self

representing

concentrating

only what is seen

draws nothing

in eternal sheen

I see them there

shadowed objects

some knave

trickery hands

move in light's grave

their beauty

fascinates

captivates

makes me crave

another wave

all seems right

orderly

referentially

depicted

my mind bends

to reality's

shifted

blends

crashing

crushing

oppression

false beliefs

lead to

depression

utterances

in the night

deafened ears

blinded sight

yet I crave

for what the

shadows say to me

play to me

in the cave

for all is

orderly

predictable

nice

without uncertainty's

spice

but what is

this?

but a kiss

of chaos

in the scene

something

is moving

bending

blending

is grooving

in the putrid

stench

pungent dead

air

the shadows

have started

dancing

no longer appear

to be what

they once said

freedom

is alive

in a new light

I see

something new

at the mouth

of the cave

shadows

are dancing

now

I hear?

them behind

me

moving

out of frame

no longer my

reference

can I blame

I want to

rise up and

join them

but this

body

has me chained

my Spirit

starts tapping

my soul

is clapping

as I see

what makes

the dancing

it is the

love

of you and me.

Poet's Afterword:
A reference to Plato's allegory of the cave with a Kavi mix; here,   Love is transcendent, meanwhile I am bound like all of you, waiting for someone (the Goddess?) to say:  loose him and let him go.--TK

Longing For You (New Poem)

Longing For You
by Tim Kavi

In my longing for you
I hear my own sighs
my woeful realization
reflected in those
sad green eyes

In my longing for you
I think I'm ill fated
arrived too late to know
Found I'm out dated

In my longing for you
I thought I'm going places
so lost and alone
in a sea of Asian faces

they all look at me

Can't you see
I'm the only one here
so suffering
let me be

In my longing for you
there is no saving
In my hungry heart
only a craving

for a love to be found

so I am turning
to the sacred ground
of meeting
and I am burning

but I cannot see you
behind the tears
of green eyes

in the distance
sleepless night
I think I see
the discovery of my sight

green eyes
full of light

you are approaching
in meeting

cosmic You.