Monday, January 28, 2008

A Shower of Tears

Turning over the pages of the old album, I muttered,
"Thank you." You are always in my heart,
and you are always encouraging me.
I remember your smile on a bright day and on a rainy day.
Our memories faded away, but I am still looking for your image.
When you come back to my memory, a shower of tears comes over me.

I pray to the first star of evening. Praying has become my habit.
Looking up to the evening sky,
I am looking for you with all my heart.
I remember your smile when I feel sad and when I feel happy.
If you see me from your place,
I am sure I can see you someday
Believing that, I live my life.

I remember your smile on a bright day and on a rainy day.
Our memories faded away, but I am lonely,
I miss you so much.

As I think of you, a shower of tears comes over me
I want to see you, I want to see you so much.
As I think of you, a shower of tears comes over me

- nada so so

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Melancholy



I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry
---
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry

- from the song of Hank Williams

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Waiting

Wanting,
lusting,
to be held,
to be loved,
to feel warmth,
to feel your beating heart.
Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,
heartless winds.
Falling into invisible arms;
into an abyss of love.
Wishing,
hoping,
that my desires will be filled;
my desires of loving warmth.
Wanting to be held,
comforted,
loved.
Dreaming of passionate embraces,
of tender kisses,
loving words,
romantic nights.
Waiting for undying love.




- Dawn D.

Tokashiki Island















Saturday, January 5, 2008

If you think you are beaten, you are.

If you think you dare not, you don't.

If you like to win but think you can't

It's almost certain you won't.

Life's battles don't always go

To the stronger or faster man

But sooner or later, the man who wins

Is the man who thinks he can.


-adapted

Friday, January 4, 2008

Mochitsuki: A New Year's Tradition




In many Japanese American households and communities, an annual custom is mochitsuki -- the pounding of mochi or rice cakes, which is essential to the "Oshogatsu" or New Year's celebration. Mochitsuki is an all-day event which requires many hands, long hours, and physical labor, but is also a time of fellowship and socializing with friends and family.Mochitsuki begins the day before, with the washing of the mochigome (sweet glutinous rice) and leaving it to soak overnight in large kettles or tubs. Early the next morning the mochigome is ready to be steamed in the seiro -- wooden steaming frames. Three or four seiro are stacked one on top of the other and placed over a kettle of boiling water.


I am lucky to be here at Okinawa International Center to witness the 2008 Mochitsuki Celebration. I was told that participants who took part on this activity will be lucky (I wish).


Late in the afternoon, I was interviewed by a Japanese television staff regarding Mochitsuki experience and the output will be shown late in the evening today. I hope that my part will not be deleted...ha.ha.ha.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you


Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)



- poem by e.e. cummings

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

I'm all alone...


Several nights I felt so low

As I counted the hours they go so slow

I looked outside my window to the world below

All that I could see were memories of you.