Friday, May 5, 2017

Golems and Failed Triumph

When Richard phoned
the gale winds outside
were making my Japanese maple dance.

His sweet voice
buzzed happy.

So. Tribeca experts examined
his heart's art. A rich
validation. Paradise.

"They liked my work," he said.
Called him a draftsman.
(Now singing "Draftsman"
instead of "Jazzman" to Carole King's song.)

"I am so proud of you," I said.

Proud of your fearless vision
Anguish
Tears
Fullness
Your dreams.
Those precious hands.

my light
my son.

Draftsman instead of Jazzman

Richard's Hands


Monday, April 3, 2017

What Will I Create Today?


This week in New York
the art world parties.

Here I wait
watch
care for the needy.

Still looking North.

So much to do:
checklists
obligations
time

No answers.
patience.

A new week begins.
What will I create today?

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Uncle Joe DeMattos

2006, Taking Home Uncle's Kaka'ako Treasures in a Manila Envelope
Uncle Joe DeMattos made me feel like a princess. He called me beautiful even when I was an awkward duckling. He praised my intelligence and writing ability. As an award winning photographer and journalist, uncle once took black and white photos of me under the large banyan tree at Honolulu Zoo. He somehow captured the essence of my heart with his camera lens.

So in 2006, when my brother Rick and I visited Uncle at his home in Maile, West Oahu, we talked stories for a long time at his table outside and he brought out a shoebox filled with his treasured photographs and writings about his younger days growing up in Kaka'ako.

At the time, with my successful website and sunrise blog, I was so full of the power of the Internet. I said to him, “Uncle, let me put your writing up on your own blog and we can continue to add to the writing when you are ready.”

He trusted me with his treasure and it was so easy, a privilege really, to scan, light edit, and publish his work on the web. I know I made him happy, and I was honored to collaborate with him. And as life shows us over and over again, when you plant a small seed with love, you reap a garden of unending joy...  Uncle's sweet stories helped create the rebirth of his beloved Kaka'ako.

Love renews and expands. Uncle taught me this, too.

The holidays are a special time for ohana and memories are clear and precious. We miss those who are gone even more. But the miracle is this: No one ever dies—they live on in your heart.

Rumi wrote: “Keep knocking and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.“

Joy is the heart's memory. Here is the link to Uncle’s blog: Uncle Joe's Blog

Aloha and love to everyone...

Me, 18, at Honolulu Zoo, Photo by Joseph DeMattos
P.S. On 11.28.17 I finally got to see my Uncle Joe's mural in person. Here we are, together again. Life is a celebration of passionate colors, Uncle...

Uncle's Mural at Kaka'ako Salt Development




Friday, April 3, 2015

Each Shot


I see 
with mindful precision
Possibilities.

My fingertips
breathe in
the beat of this horizon
hold this world 
expel the colors, 
pain, joy

Each shot brings words
to my silent pen.

Power to just
be me.


Sunday, February 1, 2015

Shining Like the Sun


The sunrise
and Thomas Merton
remind me
of all the good there is
in the world.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Yes-Sayer


By uttering the word
"Yes"
the sky opens up
with bright jewels
of possibilities.

Say yes to life.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Only the Gentle


What is strength?
I am not entirely sure.

It is not big talk brute force.
Or gun silencers.

Strength is 
the willingness
To cry or cheer.

The sunlight of Empathy.

To give unconditionally.
With a whisper, even silence.

Strength is steadfast gentleness. 
Peace, a wide stream
Razor clean motion
And determined hope.


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Love-Filled


A new year.
Mantras fill my heart.
with Gratitude
Creating this life of Possibilities
and more
Love for all.

Everyone has the right to a love-filled world.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Allegory


This morning,
a blackbird flew
across my sky.

An elegant allegory.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Waste of Time


Recently someone I loved
shot my heart
open
saying my
"giving and being"
was a waste of time.

Wild wound
black veil
spilling sorrow
tormented fool flare
burning ash.

Tears
clean the grim
shine the sight.

My brother (my parents) says
"No one gets to disrespect you."
(I should already know this)
clarified
magnified
solidified

My Grandpa's ghost shakes
his gun at this interloper.

I laugh, of course
I am full circle, stronger:
Giving and Being
is me.

simple.

even more
Forgiveness
is freedom:

Thank you, man.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Curiosity Survives

http://mosway.blogspot.com/2009/09/curiosity-survivs.html
In Hawaii,
we call a nosy person,
niele - (nee-eh-leh)

That has always been me.
Niele
Or so my family says.

And while I may
have a big nose,
I think
I am more curious
than nosy.

And curiosity survives.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Compromise


I matter
You matter.

If we cannot compromise,
Let's just agree.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Jack Kerouac

Traveling through Virginia
I remember lightly
how simplicity
gets to the heart.

Thanks, Jack.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Kind of Poetry


This sun rise habit of mine
is addicting
and
absolute
poetry.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Carl Sandburg and Leather



I, too, am an idealist.
Shining fast, feeling jazz.

Like sunlight on the blacktop
making shadows 
bursting colors

All heat and leather.
calling me to take that curve.
bending light.

I am free.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Loved an Animal

http://dailycelebrations.com/122902.htm
Selfie With Kolo

Two souls
curled together
like the two sides of a heart
kindred souls
We explore
connect
enjoy life
together.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Open Your Heart to Joy


Fear of hurt
closes the heart.

Better to be fearless
and open my heart
to joy.

Love, after all
is invincible.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Music is a Higher Revelation

Tones
sounds and roar.
Storm
set them down in notes, dear Beethoven.

Inspire me.

Your music
is religion.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

My Trip to Paris

With Maryanne in Paris

Paris in a coffee cup,
blurred real. Warm still.

My reward post chemo.
Life, not death.
Dreams
coming true
Lucky me
jubilant memory.

Thank you,
Alexandre Gustave Eiffel
Maryanne
God
Survival
Love.

Imagine my heart beats.
Ours now.



Saturday, December 14, 2013

Magic of Christmas

My 2013 Tree
 The magic of Christmas is love.

Oh, what a perfect gift--
to share the perfect light
of your spirit
with the world!