Closer to God

Some poems speak to us of beauty and depth
They point us to the invisible world
And tug at our hearts
They remind us of our humanity
And our adventurous spirit
They open the door of love
And let us look inside
Even if we live in a world
With closed doors
Poems reveal our unfathomable depth
And our timeless essence
We love the patterns
That poetry weaves…

But I love poetry
Because it brings me
Closer to God.

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i gave myself to love’s fire

for most of my life
i ran from the fire
preferring to stay in the cold
unable to take the heat
and then, through grace,
a fire so bright
found me, ripe and ready,
and drew me towards it
like the moth to the flame
i gave myself to that fire
wholly and fully
without holding anything back
and that fire burned up
everything that was useless
until i stood
naked and free
and gloriously innocent

my life now is just this
beauty and joy
there are no words to describe
the blessing
of such a love
as this.

 

Set Yourself Free

Cut loose the ropes
That hold you down
Untether them
And allow yourself
To drift upwards
Into the vast sky
Don’t worry about
Losing touch with reality
There is no reality
It’s a game, a mirage
An illusion
It’s a trap
That blocks your beauty
And your truth
Just untether
And allow the wind
To carry you
Into your space nature.

Unruly Dog

I used to live in a house
With an unruly dog upstairs
He barked and growled
And was scared of almost everything
I tried for years
To control him
And train him
But nothing worked
Until I became exhausted
And demoralized
I even tried ignoring him
But that made him worse
I leashed him
It didn’t help
Eventually I abandoned all strategies and just sat with him, he with his anger
And me with my sadness and desperation
And pretty soon
We fell into the deepest silence
I began to cry
And then he began to howl
And before long there was crying and howling
And then laughing came
And even joy
And he began running around
And licking and wagging
And from that day on he has been
Like a puppy
And I have been pretty silent
Of course sometimes we both
Forget
But pretty soon we start howling and crying and laughing and barking
And it’s all alright again.

In Service to Love

My service to love
Devotion to my beloved
And willingness to support her voice and message
Does not diminish me in any way
It does not make me less of a man
It does not require any subjugation
Or suppression of some innate primal desire
It is not weakness or passivity

In fact it requires the greatest of all strengths
The strength to overcome a thousand years of masculine righteousness
And domination of nature itself
It demands the greatest of tenderness and care
The awareness and diligence of a master warrior
The presence and poise of an eagle
It requires the most blazing eloquence
And depth of understanding
It requires that I yield some
Part of this masculinity that only serves itself
Yes, it requires that I die
And in dying I am reborn
As love’s greatest servant

But to imagine that it makes me less of a man
Is to entirely miss the point.

The Mystic Within

There is a mystic within you

They may be hidden deep inside
Covered over by layers of concrete and mortar

There is a wild one
Who does not measure things
In the ways of modern man

Don’t think our ancestors died long ago
Oh no
They live inside us

We locked up the wild man and woman
Fearing they were base and primitive
But it is the jailer himself
Who is in prison

This wildness I speak of is our poetry
Our dance and our longing
It is our search for the deepest love

It is that which truly sustains us
And gives life to this bag of bones and fluid

Whatever else you do with this precious life
Don’t abandon your inner wild one
You don’t have to run naked in the street
All you have to do is follow
Your deepest yearning

And be true to your heart.

Persistent and Convincing Show

You catch a glimpse
Of something different
In the midst of the regularity
It strikes you
And leaves an impression
It’s as if, for at least a moment,
The world you see, hear and feel,
Has vanished
You may call it love
Or truth
A vision or
A momentary flash of illumination
But there it is, shockingly real
Suddenly
You see the whole world
With different eyes
New eyes
Fresh eyes
Awake eyes

And then it’s gone
And you return
To this persistent and convincing show

Was it real?
Or just a dream?

Some pursue this vision
For the rest of their lives
And some turn their backs and return to the ordinary world
And stay there forever
If you pursue it long enough
Eventually the old world vanishes
And becomes the dream it really is.

untether and run free

the heart, weary of being tamed
longs for the freedom of the wild
running here and there
wherever love may lead
untethered like a wild mustang

but the tethered mind
says no
‘later,’ it says
‘first we must attend to business
and seek safety.’

ah! so many souls
caught betwixt and between
pulled incessantly one way
and dragged back the other

i say
the mind offers so much
yet cannot deliver freedom
don’t be deceived
by it’s fine words and confident display

go where the wild winds blow
and find safety beyond mind
untether and run for the hills
let the wind make you crazy
until freedom becomes you

only then can you return to the city.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

From me here in Sausalito, California, to you wherever you are, may you be well, joyous and uplifted in 2018, and fly into your truth more and more.

The world needs your freedom.

Thank you for liking and reading my poems over this year, I truly appreciate all the comments interest, I still find it surprising to be doing this, but it definitely feels right for me.

With great respect and love.

Kavi

 

throw away the coat of falseness

there is something that animates us
some mysterious force
that drives us all
yet we pay it scant regard
as we rush here and there
in our importance
we are like skaters on ice
oblivious to the darkness
that lies below our feet

but without touching your essence
without knowing, and i mean directly through experience,
what lies deeper down
there can be no true wisdom
wisdom is depth articulated
and depth is where essence is touched

i played the game of the superficial ones
for a time
but i failed
i nearly suffocated
and died of tedium
for time wasted
on triviality

instead i walked into the air
stepped into the fire
tore myself to pieces
drowned in the ocean
left everything behind
wept, screamed, danced wildly
kept silent for days
and threw away the coat of falseness

and arrived at essence
now there is only this walking essence-ness

friend, you are here such a short time
never here again in this body, with this mind
don’t waste it on things that don’t serve your
beautiful radiance

turn towards the sun
and surrender to the force..