weather
we can weather
any change of sky
when we stay
{you & i}
together
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Author: Michiru Adrienne
burn
can i burn ?
candleflameâlike in the dark
when these wounds are much
too much
and the horizon
has all but disappeared
can i burn , please ?
softly
candelflameâlike
in the dark
at the end of the day
all i ever want
at the end of the day
is to lose myself entirely
in your arms
Our Goddess of the Night
do not forget
the moon
is not a faraway and solitary light
no
she is Goddess of the Night
she is the longing that you hear in the howl
of wolves
and she is the swell of ocean waves
climbing higher and higher
ashore
she is the soul of the moonflower
glowing soft silk and white
and
she is the alchemy of the womb
in our bodies
of desire
into her round glowing body
shadowy and soft
she draws the entire inkblack sky
and births anew
light
Our Goddess of the Night
An Invitation
Let Us Fall In Love Again, by Rumi Let us fall in love again and scatter gold dust all over the world. Let us become a new spring And feel the breeze drift in the heavensâ scent Let us dress the earth in green, And like the sap of a young tree let the grace from within sustain us. Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts And let them light our path to Love. The glance of Love is crystal clear And we are blessed by its light.
So here we are, at the beginning of another new year. And how are you? Are you excited about all the new experiences and accomplishments to come, splendid resolutions in tow? Or do you carry into 2023 a burden of unrelinquished loss and things unresolved? Most of us probably walk with some combination of these, seeing opportunities for growth while moving forward feeling less than whole perhaps. We may have lost loved ones or precious dreams, last year. We may have fallen and found ourselves sustaining injury and no longer the same person we used to be. A scary accident may have taken from us the reassurance that tomorrow will indeed be another day. At times life itself can feel riskier than dying. But in the end, we do come to realize that it is all one dance.
I invite you to fall in love, again.
With your loved one after an argument; with family members after estrangement; with your body after injury or illness; with your precious heart after it’s been broken; with the world after it falls apart; with peace after bombs wreak havoc; with the tenderness of remembrance after losing someone dear; with your own beauty after abandonment… Fall in love with your self and with life itself, again and again and again. And when you make this falling-in-love-again a relentless practice, no matter how hard it gets, you will one day wake up and truly realize that you yourself are in essence, pure love.
Yes, in the words of the great mystic poet, Rumi:
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
Happy Holidays
in this Tree of Life each of us a twinkling light for one another
Dear Reader,
From my heart to yours, thank you for reading my blog or wherever it is that you find these weekly ramblings of mine. I truly appreciate every comment, like, or follow because it makes me feel like my voice has meaning and value to othersâeven if it’s just one other person in our galaxy of spinning stars. It is connection and community. This inspires me to write. This inspires me to give, to share, to love, and to continue no matter how hard things can be at times. I hope I can be a twinkling light in your tree of life.
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As this year comes to a close, I will be taking a winter break and going mostly offline to rest and reset, and will resume my weekly posts in the first week of January. I wish everyone wonderful winter holidays! Thanks again, and see you next year!
Yours truly,
Michiru Adrienne
sequel
when we dance the mountains sing inside us and we bloom a riot of wild flowers
When writing the above several years ago, I was inspired by a specific experience of dancing outdoors in the countryside with a view of the mountains in the distance. It was an attempt to put into a few words, the sensation and experiential totality of dancing that encompasses body, music and song, place, culture, and heritage. We do in fact, give birth to worlds through the dancing body.
Last night I was thinking about what to share for this week’s blog post, and this passage came to me as apropos sequel to last week’s, “shall we dance?” What happens when we do dance? Particularly, when we dance together? Maybe we do indeed bring new and gentle worlds into being… we bloom, like wild flowers, a beautiful riot all over the sacred mountains.
shall we dance
An angel picked me off the floor and whispered, softly into my ears: Here is the flower of gratitude, my love, it is the most potent medicine for healing the bodyâwith its particular heart and mindâ no matter how truly weary. Never mind fighting battles because âthere are no enemiesâ healing is not a call to arms healing is an embrace with the light with love a dance beyond duality into oneness where heaven is earth and earth is heaven Opening my eyes i saw this light singing And gave thanks with love in my heart and healing in my hands I looked my angel in the eyes and made a vow right then and right there Arigato, Angel i replied. Shall we dance?
éç¶ă kintsugi
This heart
longing for you,
breaks
into a thousand piecesâ
I wouldn't lose one.
~Izumi Shikibu (974-1034)
Recently, the traditional Japanese art of repairing broken ceramics with a mixture of lacquer and powdered gold has become quite well known in the internetosphere. We can even buy inexpensive kintsugi-kits online, making what was once rarefied, readily accessible to anyone. Of course authentic Japanese kintsugi with the use of real lacquer and gold does remain quite a rarefied art, but the spirit of kintsugi can be applied broadly through the use of other materials. So when my cat’s bowlâwhich I bought at a small shop on Kawaramachi street in Kyotoâwas broken, I was grateful to have instant access to inexpensive kintsugi-kits!
But why kintsugi? Why not throw away the broken? What is the merit of holding onto broken pieces when there are plenty of new and beautiful replacements? Why fuss with the inconvenience of sticky glue and uncontrollable gold powder, and waiting 24 hours for it all to dry? The well known answer is the aesthetic quality and value which emerges when the totality of loss, brokenness, and healing is embraced fully. An object, rather than defective, is seen to deepen in qualitative beauty. The fractured lines are not faulty nor hiddenâthey emerge as new elements of design and expressiveness.
Perhaps that is why Izumi Shikibu’s poetry written some one thousand years ago remains with us still. She treasures every single one of the one thousand pieces of her broken heart, conveying the depth of her love and longing. In a few lines, Shikibu invokes the timeless and transcendent spirit of kintsugi.
If we likewise treasure one another and our relationships, indeed, if we truly cherish our own hearts, we may find within ourselves the rarefied and priceless beauty of kintsugi. We may discover that in the end, we are the gold.
Matriarch
four generations, and counting they come and they go but they always return, home to this place of beauty a door to the east opens with dawn and she feeds all the hungry children the cats and dogs, the sheep, cows, horses and chickens and on the stove, boiling tea and fry bread for the strays who visit hungry for stories, ritual, medicine, and ceremony she laughs easily and cries easily sharing her heartful with tenderness and pain the stories of the people the land and the ancient ones her memories strong in the bright arch of blue day and into the quiet glow of dusk all the busy sandpink footprints are swept and the table cleared while her shy, slightly awkward, and more or less vegetarian daughter prepares salad, fried vegetables, and rice her daughter from that small floating island country far to the west smiles softly for shimĂĄ in the dark nighttime of dreams and in the firelight of a winter ceremony her daughter was called home to heal and be healed, together long centuries of a battered land scarred and broken under the crushing weight of greed and the submerged continent of the massacred but she stands firmly on the ground of her mothers and her mothers' mothers with offerings of pollen and song a door to the east opens with dawn and she feeds all the hungry children who like me return again and time again to shimĂĄ
In trying to write about the background and inspiration for the poem above, I found that it cannot really be done. It would be to contain the ocean in a tea cup, or to capture the sky in a butterfly net. There is no encyclopedic text which could adequately describe or explain the entirety of what shimĂĄ, a Navajo word translated as “my mother” means… and what shimĂĄ means to me. But I can tell you that I am eternally grateful to the woman who I am standing next to in the photo above, who is shimĂĄ. And although shimĂĄ “walked on” a couple years ago, she guides me stillâin my heart and in all that I have become. It is for her and because of her, that I wrote Matriarch.
As I was struggling to write about Matriarch, however, another poetic passage emerged. Apropos, Matriarch birthed a new poem! I wonder how this one, like a little child, will still grow?
On this land, we walk the path of beauty.
The sacred breathes through our bodies, and breathes throughout all that there is.
We are beings of fire and coral sand, of summer rain storms and the unfurling green...
we fly on the wings of song and through endless skies of blue light.
We dance.
We are diamonds in the night.
And together with the land, we are hĂłzhĂł.
We are home.
Michiru Adrienne 