we must be like the caterpillar, contemplating pupation

[andala]

For minn: Sakura Matsuri 2005 photos by me, haikus by her

















The Spring festival

leaves memories in my heart,

of pink souvenirs





The Butoh dancer

takes the form of stillness and,

runs through your spirit



Pristine eidolon

birthed from navel of silence

speaks the tongue of light







Pulsating softly,

heartbeats of the elements:

spiritual dance











Colours of the wind,

dissolving darkness and light;

the silence echoes









Arrival of spring:

flowers sing about re-birth;

womb blossoms in pink





Eyes look to the east;

dark almonds in a fair face

the lover returns.





Drinking the sunlight

the dainty cherry blossoms;

the world is peaceful