religare
may my body be a prayer
folded and kneeling
before this altar of love
and in my hands
an offering
one sacred flower
of life
Tag: poetry
本道
there may be
a billion trillion stars
in the night
but only one of them
—the most beautiful and the most precious one of all—
is the light that i need
the song in my heart
and the fire in my soul
guiding me
at times carrying me
all along this long long way
winding through the mysteries
through the magic
and all throughout timelessness itself
how can i bow
before a sun that never fails
to rise?
Blue Sky
did you know
darling
that you are my
blue sky
the halcyon and the azure
during, even, these typhoons
—merciless, eyeless, seemingly endless—
darling
only together with you
can i weather
the darkest of clouds storming by
because you
you are my blue sky
the kintsugi artisan
it is as though
i knew you before i knew you
you—like second skin on my soul
carried me home
before, even, i’d known i was lost
you found me
heart-splintered and a thousand pieces scattered
but you gathered them all
one by one
like the wayfarer who scours the sandy beaches
for seashells and sea glass
for an unusual rock, driftwood, or feather
and,
with your light
with your yellow and gold
with your beautiful love
you gently pieced all of them back
together
back into this whole heart and breathing body
it is as though
you know me better than i know myself
as though you have always known me
ever since the sun and the moon
first touched
the sky
the journey
as haiku:
seven thousand miles
step by step and side by side
this journey of life
as free verse poetry:
in the middle of the journey
neither shore can be seen
in the middle
the deep unknown rises to the surface and stretches
seven thousand miles in every direction
and becomes
horizon
in the middle
there is no forwards nor backwards
there is only this journey itself
step by step
and life, like a siren to the soul,
is salt and honey
and the waves crashing
but even here, in the middle, in the deep endless blue
you stay
everywhere with me
like an angel, or
an immortal dragon—guardian of my heart
and together, side by side, we see
a bright shining light
polaris
of the night
止め石 tomeishi
And then she stumbled
into an enchanted garden
where
just ahead on the path
sat a little wild rabbit, cute and captivating
stone-still
but unlike Alice she flew
up into worlds
with endless sunlight
and fields of flowers for as far as
she could see
Her rabbit,
being sometimes a stag or a dragon or a jaguar
an angel or
polaris itself,
holds her hand
and together they venture further out and beyond and further still
into this garden
into this deep well of light
where
all the paths converge, and where
only love itself
shines
in the darkness
(this is something of a sequel to my last post, “rolling stone”)
ground
i want to break open
my heart
at dawn, and
at dusk
with the flight of a thousand birds
rising
wind streaming over my body—skin bare, like bones,
i feel the shadows trailing wingtips
of ravens
and their silent caress across the bleached stones below
i want to dissolve
the day
into these rushing waves as they run
up onto this sandy shore
kissing my toes and
pulling earth from underneath my feet
i fall into their sea
sinking and drowning
all the heaviness of my heart
and in the glimmering darkness of night
i want to dance
here in the secret garden of wild roses
together
with my love
with sweetness and with honey, and with
a belly full of dreams
i want to plant each one in this soil
in this soft sacred ground
growing worlds
of beauty
Seréin
here
and
now
sailing this river
with you
silence is serene
like
the warm sun traveling over my skin
like silk
and the darkness is sanctuary
is peace
is free from every day cataclysm
from the deluge of chaos and turmoil
here
with you
this river is wide and deep and gold
and sailing underneath a canopy of sparkling stars
i find myself
home
in your enveloping arms
home
in your everywhere love
now
the sun is rising
in your eyes
a cup of coffee
steaming bright and bold
i am black bitter coffee
with the sun, rising
In this crazy world of ours… I want to be peace and to be love—and a little bit of whimsy. Anything else simply hurts too much. Aren’t we all beyond tired of the violence by now? Exhausted, really. We’ve seen world wars traumatize generations and we’ve watched empires rise and fall like storm systems shifting across the globe.
Where does it all come from? I do not understand its fuel nor this pathology of self-destruction. I am not sold on a superficial history defined by battles between so-called heroes and villains, saviors and sinners, the haves and the have-nots, and the blessed and the damned. All life is sacred. We are all worthy and beautiful.
I sit in the morning. Groggy, with recalled terrors from yesterday’s news—these persistent, ongoing nightmares of abductions, starvation, theft, genocide… and the suffering of children. Mania of distorted powers. And i try to just breathe and sip my hot, black coffee. We are steaming. With the sun, we rise again for a new day.
an invitation
somewhere
there is an ocean of beyond
an ocean beyond good & bad
beyond light & dark and love & hate
and black & white
beyond, there is an ocean of rising and falling
breathing
in and out
an inhale and an exhale threaded, soft, and
connected
together
inseparable actually, and
one
this ocean of beyond is beautiful—wide and deep and infinite
will you meet me there?
Whoever you are and wherever you are, I hope that your path and your days are grounded in peace. I hope you find in the outer world around you, beauty that brings solace to your heart… and in your heart, an inexhaustible wellspring of joy.
Michiru Adrienne 