dry desert parched with an air of hopelessness snow mountain far above the world of suffering continental winds that bring us where we need to go
Read MoreNewborn
I am as a calf feeding on the wild earth naked and clothed old and young living forever before sin, before the fall, here at rest in your innocent arms
Read MoreThe Song They Sang
The spirits Have gone away But in these ruins I hear the sacred sound Of the song they sang Original Text Modern Text Pronunciation 高市黒人 高市黒人 Takechi no Kuroto 樂浪乃 楽浪の Sasanami no 國都美神乃 国つ御神の Kunitsumi-kami no 浦佐備而 うらさびて Ura sabite 荒有京 荒れたる都 Aretaru Miyako …
Read MoreI Play the Song
Time has passed And I am not the same But in the wandering tune Of this torn-up palace I play the song of what has gone “Sasama” is the name of the palace and literally means “music waves” or “music wandering.” Original Text Modern Text …
Read MoreA Gift from God
This tree grows through all the rocks that cover the spring field rising through the mist until it’s far into the sky reaching beyond the heavens providing strength for generation after generation a gift from God Inspired by Manyoshu #29 Original Text Modern Text Pronunciation …
Read MoreVeil
Dreaming of your bosom, I slip into the soft night, painted by a brush with the gray moonlight. Silk and satin, covering my gaze like curtains that hide the embers of desire— you smile at my madness. Each pulse begets the night, and each kiss …
Read MoreThis Gracious Field
Emperor Tenmu (d. 686) Gentle men have praised With great and goodly words This gracious field So gorgeously gazed upon By the good men here Original Text Modern Text Pronunciation 大海人 大海人 Ooshi Aama no Mikoto (Emperor Tenmu) 淑人乃 淑き人の Yoki hito no 良跡吉見而 …
Read MoreLittle Dreams
In a house beyond the woods she lies with the sun, immersed in the light that filters in through maple leaves. Child of light, she climbs the hills of sight, leaf-by-leaf, strung up along a river lined in green—but the water does not move. Summer’s …
Read MoreBohemia
Filling me, the scent of cedars and pines along the rocks of centuries, the beaches of summers that have never ceased. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard, a dance of water and stone in the murmur of soulful woods. In ancient times there were kings and knights …
Read MoreHalting
Halting hands, a kiss that misses the mark, discarded as a thrift store donation. Always the view turns in this kaleidoscope world, the skin of her and I as one. I journey through the shadows to join a congress of fire, and melt into the …
Read More