Blue Spirit Glasses

Watching the new moon through blue spirit glasses and

guess what,

yes the new moon is blue and so is the star beneath it.

Right outside my window. So near and so bright.

These are my mourning glasses too, and my night glasses,

and whenever I need some spirits.

This poem I wrote the other day when a path led me to a graveyard where I met

an orange butterfly.

Maybe this is how Alice in Wonderland got started.

with blue spirit glassess.

Bridge of Sighs

Write me a poem from your perch in the graveyard

Whose poem? Whose perspective is it?

From the ground's minute life or from where spirits fly,

I'll write you a poem with a new word for 'die':

Disappear

Exit

Went

dissolved into air

entered the One

left me on the earth

You went to the sky

This bridge that is me

today makes a sigh

and you turn into a velvet spotted

orange butterfly.

You land on this page

show me your wings,

and stare up at me. My sigh turns to a laugh and I look at your eyes,

just before you fly.

You fly.

ai♡ ♡kawarazu

jgy

PS Making a playlist for Friday night's Shake Your Soul Yoga Dance Evening,

including this song below for "Ride the Wave"--you start with a small movement,then let it enter your body more, more, fill it inside you and then let it come out so that your spirit fills the room! Thank you SYS Systas for the recommendation. PSS If anyone would like to join the dance on Friday, call me for details!!

If you have a few minutes (it's long) , enjoy this You Tube video of the song called "Fly High", by Deva Premal and friends

Man in the Moon

A man who died

went to the moon

and shone his light

on me

A friend I loved

went to the moon

however can it be

That man could die

and travel there

so very easily

for L,

always for L

ai♡

kawarazu jgy