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
"To follow the path: look to the master, follow the master, walk with the master, see through the master, and become the master." -Zen poem
Monday, January 28, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Melancholy
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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
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...
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