Jigoku Gokuraku wa kokoro ni ari.
Protected by the Seven Lucky Gods,
a name
carries the burden of an epicanthic fold
within
from heart to temple
a solitary Shikoku pilgrim
walks his path
lost
in translation
through
fleeting
visions of Sakura trees
turning from pink to mono no aware
as their beautiful, yet imparmanent bloom will soon be
falling
at his feet
a secret japanese garden
painted
with koi ponds, pagodas and Yoshida fire and kabuki dances
and dragons
and danger
awakened
in perfect order with all things in the Universe
yet strangely taken out of context,
invisible Geisha plays a Taishogoto harp
new worlds and ancient empires attached
expand
in collective chant
“Om” echoes and Satori light
inside
blood sparkles
differently
a name –
and she suddently exists
or perhaps not
“They call me Ruluka”
No name dress
No name purse
No name boots
Felt hat from my father’s wardrobe
Green Eyed Kisses,
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