moonache

stray solitary
this moon full behind the clouds
seeks a silver thread

Whilst moon gazing some five plus years ago in Kyoto, I felt in my heart, a moonache. A longing to touch something seemingly just beyond my fingertips—so close and yet, and yet so insurmountably far away………..

How oh how to touch to be to be in touch? To be in.touch? Beautiful moon of my heart, how to touch and to hold, You? So close—like the warm pulse soft underneath my skin—and yet, and yet so far far and unbearably far away? Is there not a threadlike silver spiderweb where to you, i can be led?
Do not stray, please—dear moon moon of my heart. This moonache is so much more than my body fragile
can bear.

precipice

they stood there
together
at the precipice
hand in hand
tight
will we fall or fly?
she asked
neither, said he
we will dance
all throughout the enduring sky
like stars
like fireflies
we will dance together
you and i

undercover

under this cloudy night cover
blossoms moody white and plum
dance anew
again, and again and again
songs of an ancient spring

everywhere

you are everywhere
in all the flowers that i see
in the laughter of little children
and in the warm sunlight on my shoulders
i feel your music in my heart
in my body your love
everywhere the birds fly
you are there soaring
in the billowing clouds
your voice fills my mind
with sweet reverie
you are everywhere
in me

gone

My heart has ceased
somehow
to be
mine.
When i see you all i see
is me
my love and my
desire
in your eyes, swimming.
I see my heart where yours should be
and looking into mine
i only see
all and everything that is you and yours.
What has happened ?
and how has this happened ?
that i should disappear so
wholeheartedly
in you?

gold

light entwined with love
in our hearts and in our souls
we are spinning gold

The Wagashi Diet

Dear Reader,

Have you been enjoying your summer thus far? Or whichever season that now belongs to your part of the world? I must admit, and I’m terribly sorry, that I have been slightly—or quite a lot actually—distracted as of late. It’s no excuse to be derelict in my weekly blog writing, I know, and I apologize profusely! Please forgive me. It’s just that, well, you see… ahem, have you ever been to Japan? Have you ever eaten a matcha parfait?! And not just any matcha parfait, but one in Kyoto, in Gion Kyoto? If you have, then perhaps you can excuse my weak-willed writing (or lack thereof) this past month and accept my humble apologies, knowing full well that there truly is nothing better on earth than eating an exquisite matcha partfait in Gion-Kyoto! And what’s more?! I have been altogether swept up by the Wagashi Diet!


All joking aside, the above sentiments are not entirely in jest! I do truly love wagashi, Japanese sweets, and appreciating them and the cultural milieu in which they are steeped actually can be a kind of satori, an enlightening experience! And I have indeed been eating more of a “wagashi diet” while visiting family and friends in Japan this summer than I would like to admit. Of course I ate many other kinds of delicious Japanese foods too: soba, tempura, sushi, takoyaki, somen, oden, yuba, namafu, udon, onigiri, dashimaki tamago, gomadofu, etc. to name a few… If for no other reason, visit Japan for the food. It is absolutely worth it.

To be even a little more serious and precise, matcha parfait is not wagashi, which should be defined as traditional Japanese sweets, but is rather a Japanese-style parfait. From where does the parfait originate?! I haven’t the slightest clue, but it is from the Japanese lens, a “Western dessert.” For convenience, I have rather erroneously and sacrilegiously lumped together all sweets in Japan as wagashi! 😱 True wagashi will be seasonal and is typically paired with a cup of tea or matcha (the tea which you can see to the right of my parfait). In the photo the round, purple, blue, and white ball on top of the parfait is the actual wagashi, whereas the rest are…. parfait ingredients? Is wagashi piled on top of a parfait still wagashi? That is a discussion for another time!

This particular purple, blue, and white wagashi sitting atop my parfait is designed after hydrangea flowers which blossom abundantly during the rainy season in June, and therefore the parfait I had was a seasonal speciality, in keeping with the true nature of wagashi. The hydrangea wagashi, its colors, textures, and flavors, together with matcha, invokes the soul of the flower. We experience delicate sweetness and slightly bitter green leaves; the cool, light breeze and sound of soft rain surrounds us. We sense the damp earth blossoming into a riot of purples and pinks, blues and greens, and yellows.

Four years ago, in the month of June, I wrote of following line:
When we dance the mountains sing inside us and we bloom into a riot of wild flowers.
After practicing dance in the Kyoto countryside with lush green mountains in view, I enjoyed eating hydrangea wagashi together with our small group. It was satori—we truly are the mountains, the wind and flowers, the soft falling rain. We sing, and we are sung.

Shall I forgo my “wagashi diet” in the name of good health? Perhaps not!😁

Wishing you respite from distraction and busyness. I wish you the abundant blessings of the season. I wish you beauty. May you have an appetite for it all.

Yours truly,
Michiru Adrienne

p.s. My blog posts will resume on a more-or-less weekly basis from now on. Thank you for reading!

i came here


i did not come here just to love you
i came here
to be love
together with you
to dance
and in one another
come home
breathlessly with these deep sighing waves
eternally and endlessly

like stars
i came here
to be together with you
in love

portal

this body
sacred

holy
a temple
something divine

divinity itself
its beating heart
portal
to the universe
yes, to the universe and beyond…
but most of all
a portal to
l o v e
let the doors wide open now
throw away the key
f l y

moonrise

in silence i am
on this full lotus sitting
the new moon rises

Once upon a long, long time ago when I was stretching and working out a lot, I discovered almost by accident that I could sit in the full lotus pose. Up until then I had managed a half lotus pose without too much difficulty, but that pretzel of a full lotus pose had always eluded me. And to be honest, I didn’t particularly have my heart set on sitting full lotus. Yoga was a form of cross-training for dance, not spiritual nor meditation practice, for me. But, have you ever sat in full-lotus?!

In full lotus, I instantly realized why it was the meditator’s pose of choice. I was stable, rooted, and still. Silence came naturally, like breathing, and all the world was unperturbed. From this rock-like seat, everything else was light. Eureka! I felt like shouting out loud! This is why the yogis work so hard for years twisting and turning, bending and coaxing their bodies into a pretzel—they can finally sit still!🤣

The value of stillness and silence deepens over time and with age, particularly when we struggle. And now, all these years later, my body craves full lotus. Not by accident, but with acute awareness. My heart is now set on its world of light, and of grace. Maybe it is not too late to rise anew, like the moon.