The Mountain Trilogy
Poem #1
Waiting For Your Appearing
by Tim Kavi
faraway lands you stepped on
traveled across seas
landscapes you danced like the gazelle,
and your footsteps are approaching
the sounds of your coming filled the hall
anticipating your return
all the world stood waiting
dont be caught sleeping the gatekeeper said
Her guardians will leave you dead!
I prayed your garments would not be those worn in war
I know you carried heads on your belt
I don't want to be another notch in your conquest
through war
but I only call to you in love
speak soft words to your gentle wind
kissing you only with permission
and only whenyou want it, then too much
for my devotion to you is not wanting
no mystery is there
see these poems I write?
I cannot stop
seeking you
staring at the path
walking it but without you
I dare not
spare me is ever a persistent thought!
for history keeps unfolding
in new patterns of meaning
drunken men are scheming your demise
drunk with power and blood
and greed
they see you not
black night -- Kalaratri
when you come in dark surprise
your armies are swifter than they
but today you return in your greatness
I stay off in the corner
with my head bowed and praying
I seek forgiveness and redemption
please, I am just saying
remember me in love
forgiveness and peaceful reassuring
gentle mother Goddess
I await your peaceful appearing
redeemed in your love.
Poem #2: Table at the Mountain
by Tim Kavi
Lo, I hear the inward light
of your voice whispering in the wind
it illuminates my darkened
and decayed soul
that I thought was near death
and beyond redemption
your love found me
you breathed your breath
into me
and my bones lived!
I stand at the bottom of the mountain
No way to climb fast
the naysayers and mockers
all make sport of my prayers
their ref'use and stinking ways
are offenses to your seeking heart
I know you love me
although I do not deserve it
I call to you
and your singing voice falls from heaven
Is that Olympus, or Kailash, or Horeb
or even Sinai?
where you burned my lips
with the hot coals
and some thought you wore a male guise?
you slipped between the rocks
and lived at the top
waiting with patience
help me come to you dear
I hear
you have prepared a table
on the rocks of the summit
in your heavenly eyes
and your wonderful ever loving heart
you loved me
restored me
and brought peace to my crying heart.
Poem #3: The Burning Word
by Tim Kavi
when in my innocence
I lingered at your feet
sought your face
that was covered still
at the shame you saw in the world
Oh, crying Mother
you weep for your children
I saw your tears drop to the Earth
it waters the dry lands of many
men's hearts
while their weapons of war
they make
they know not you wait
for their turning to a better way
but will it come in time?
Your tears fall
and I know you long to gather them
but they will not
Crying in the wilderness
my tears run after yours
I am but a man who needs
your love's redemption
to tell his true story
is to utter the burning word
I want to lift my voice
and yell
at the outrage of your tears
I want to say O Mother
fill my mouth
with your words
may they cut down this hell
I want to stay here
and just be held from you
but you are telling me
no, calling me
gently prodding me
to tell all that live
in this special place
to turn to the Other
the transcendent
the Divine You
and to know the ways
the ways of love
the paths of certain forgiveness
and the joys of communion
and I must go back
from the mountain of meeting
with you
and learn
for You are written
on every compassionate woman's face
who walks in grace
who is also redeemed by your
very Nature
in all the villages
and hamlets
in all the slums
in all the towns
and the urban pathos
of sought for meaning
in the stinking greed
and corruption
that takes from the poor
their sustainance
your waiting Arms reach for!
may we listen to you
walk with each other
and love and be loved
before it is too late.
Poetry is Copyright (c) 2012, Tim Kavi
Waiting For Your Appearing
by Tim Kavi
faraway lands you stepped on
traveled across seas
landscapes you danced like the gazelle,
and your footsteps are approaching
the sounds of your coming filled the hall
anticipating your return
all the world stood waiting
dont be caught sleeping the gatekeeper said
Her guardians will leave you dead!
I prayed your garments would not be those worn in war
I know you carried heads on your belt
I don't want to be another notch in your conquest
through war
but I only call to you in love
speak soft words to your gentle wind
kissing you only with permission
and only whenyou want it, then too much
for my devotion to you is not wanting
no mystery is there
see these poems I write?
I cannot stop
seeking you
staring at the path
walking it but without you
I dare not
spare me is ever a persistent thought!
for history keeps unfolding
in new patterns of meaning
drunken men are scheming your demise
drunk with power and blood
and greed
they see you not
black night -- Kalaratri
when you come in dark surprise
your armies are swifter than they
but today you return in your greatness
I stay off in the corner
with my head bowed and praying
I seek forgiveness and redemption
please, I am just saying
remember me in love
forgiveness and peaceful reassuring
gentle mother Goddess
I await your peaceful appearing
redeemed in your love.
Poem #2: Table at the Mountain
by Tim Kavi
Lo, I hear the inward light
of your voice whispering in the wind
it illuminates my darkened
and decayed soul
that I thought was near death
and beyond redemption
your love found me
you breathed your breath
into me
and my bones lived!
I stand at the bottom of the mountain
No way to climb fast
the naysayers and mockers
all make sport of my prayers
their ref'use and stinking ways
are offenses to your seeking heart
I know you love me
although I do not deserve it
I call to you
and your singing voice falls from heaven
Is that Olympus, or Kailash, or Horeb
or even Sinai?
where you burned my lips
with the hot coals
and some thought you wore a male guise?
you slipped between the rocks
and lived at the top
waiting with patience
help me come to you dear
I hear
you have prepared a table
on the rocks of the summit
in your heavenly eyes
and your wonderful ever loving heart
you loved me
restored me
and brought peace to my crying heart.
Poem #3: The Burning Word
by Tim Kavi
when in my innocence
I lingered at your feet
sought your face
that was covered still
at the shame you saw in the world
Oh, crying Mother
you weep for your children
I saw your tears drop to the Earth
it waters the dry lands of many
men's hearts
while their weapons of war
they make
they know not you wait
for their turning to a better way
but will it come in time?
Your tears fall
and I know you long to gather them
but they will not
Crying in the wilderness
my tears run after yours
I am but a man who needs
your love's redemption
to tell his true story
is to utter the burning word
I want to lift my voice
and yell
at the outrage of your tears
I want to say O Mother
fill my mouth
with your words
may they cut down this hell
I want to stay here
and just be held from you
but you are telling me
no, calling me
gently prodding me
to tell all that live
in this special place
to turn to the Other
the transcendent
the Divine You
and to know the ways
the ways of love
the paths of certain forgiveness
and the joys of communion
and I must go back
from the mountain of meeting
with you
and learn
for You are written
on every compassionate woman's face
who walks in grace
who is also redeemed by your
very Nature
in all the villages
and hamlets
in all the slums
in all the towns
and the urban pathos
of sought for meaning
in the stinking greed
and corruption
that takes from the poor
their sustainance
your waiting Arms reach for!
may we listen to you
walk with each other
and love and be loved
before it is too late.
Poetry is Copyright (c) 2012, Tim Kavi