Suzanne Hayasaki

I must trust the universe.
I must take my cue from the stars:
I must listen to the infinite wisdom
Hidden in their shining silence.
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I thought about viewing the moon last night,
Full and heavy as it hung in the sky,
But this year as the rice ripens
And the wind picks up
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Love me when I’m grumpy.
Love me when I’m curt.
Love me when I’m frustrated.
Love me when I’m hurt.
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Find me a book
And let me get lost in it.
Open the cover
And shut out the world.
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Time drips like lime down the sides of my soul.
Layering my lifetimes with a mineral film
Clouding my awareness of the vastness
Of the cave of my own evolution.
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The roses glow in their own white light.
Hints of pink hide in their folds
As bright summer tones warm from below
Giving the illusion of life within.
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Serene in my tree house
With my tart and my tea
I look out at the living green
Of lacy bamboo leaves
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Life humbles me.
In all of its complexity,
Its depth
Its fathomlessness.
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Talk To Me

Sit with me in the shade of this tree.
Tell me who you were, who you are,
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Lift the pole
Let the boat drift
Listen to the wind
As it rustles in the leaves
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Surrounded by leaning cedar trees
We drive slowly along narrow roads
Edged in with drifts of rusty pine needles
Hoping each curve will be the last.
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Love comes when you least expect it
Like a kitten at your window on a rainy day
Scraggly and mangy and mewling.
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The quality of light in November,
When the sun rises lower in the sky
And the rays of sun that filter through
The colored leaves take on a clearer hue,
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Shall I compare you to a desert horse?
You are as sturdy and as without a name.
Hot winds do parch and from my throat do force
Entreaties for a cool life-giving rain.
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Imagine if we imagined God
In the image of a woman
Instead of an angry man
Demanding vengeance and allegiance and strength.
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Looking out this winter window
At white snow dusting green leaves
I sit and contemplate nature
And my artificial place on it.
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There is something sexy
About a gentleman.
The way he treats you with respect.
The way he doesn't expect you
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Isn't it funny how light changes our perception?
How dull rust leaves transform into crystal claret
When a beam of light finds its way to them -
Catching our eye as they seem to come alive?
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I choose to be human.
I choose to hope.
I choose to despair.
I choose to rage.
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There may be no God.
There may be no absolute rights or wrongs.
There may be no life after death.
There may be no final end.
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