in the deep blue September sky

I look up the deep blue sky and ask myself
If I can find courage in the wind
To fly beyond what is beyond me
Or I have forgotten the songs of my wings
Nothing can I give
No more than what is within me

Bring me a bottle and I will fill it up with memories
Red, blue and green
And pour them out in the sun when my days are dry
And watch each image dance and swirl
Soaring up high deep into the blue September sky

What will the future bring?

Since you’ve asked, I will search for an answer
Under the rocks and behind the curtain of the waterfall
The mysterious lines joining the stars in the night
Paint me a map for my journey that disappears in the day
What is left are lines seeking directions on the earthen clay

Where are my dreams, where are my dreams
My dreams lie somewhere
Somewhere deep
In the deep blue September sky

inspired when I was embraced by the deep blue September sky in Nagoya

dancer in the dark

I see with my ears
and hear with my heart,
I’m blind when it’s silent
whether in the day or in the dark.

A tear may fall
when no one sees,
darker than the darkest
is the sound of it.

Into the endless pit it falls
till it touches the surface of my soul,
in quietness I hear
the liberation of the imprisoned echoes.

The echoes resurrect remembrance
of many forgotten songs
and I begin to dance in the room of my mind
where every step of mine never goes wrong.

I dance like falling autumn leaves
having an affair with the wind,
the melodies fill my heart
with colours I could only imagine.

Endless are the ripples
in the cycle of life:
spring, summer and winter chill-
a thousand colours in my mind.

I hear the time ticks away
with every beat of my heart
I breathe in the colours of the air
till the day my body and soul depart.

inspired by the movie, dancer in the dark, watched in 2003

haiku 2

empty tea cup
on the table
waiting to be filled

haiku 1

falling cherry blossoms
last dance
before the next spring

written during the usual seminar (zemi)

Mondays at Helda’s Cafi

The cookie-maker
sits beside her cookie-jar
and thinks of yet another recipe
to enchant
her cookie-lovers

inspired by a friend who is good at baking cookies

silent companion

The drone of the persistent night rain
devoured every inch of silence
in the room.

Soon,
it became the usual nightly silence
in the room

when everything was drowned,
except the residue of my thoughts -
my only companion.

written when it rained in the night while i was staying in 日本愛知県名古屋市昭和区萩原町コーポ幸201号

why is this so

why is this so
when the time I have is racing against my will
why is this so
when my life is directed by people
who do not exist

as the hour presses against me
I begin to see
that I have grown weary
having to respond to the protocols
between the rising and the sinking

as the hour passes by
I close my eyes
so I do not see them anymore
why is this so
when my will is lost in this life

buried and unfounded
are the reasons I find
surrounding me are lies
waiting to be told
why is this so

waiting

sitting all alone
waiting for someone
but no one came

and the rain
continues
to pour