Diane Aoki: Creating Sense of the World

It Feels Like Happiness

4/17/2018

It feels like happiness
But I know that's not the word I want
It's like this realm, this place
that I sometimes tap into,
and want more of.
I feel it when I am enthralled by the sight of butterflies
or fairy terns in their aerial dance above me
or when the sky is filled with amazing cloud formations
or sunsets.

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Crossroads/Talk to me Universe

1/12/2016

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Every so often as you go through life
You come to a crossroad
It's that fork, that intersection, you have to face
And you're not quite sure where to go.

You do this weighing on the one hand this
And then, that's on the other hand.
You listen to friends who you can trust
And you hope to finally understand.

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Home

11/23/2015

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They say
Home is where the heart is
I say
Home is where the heart glows,
bursts into flames
and light,
drawing you in
like a moth
(but not to its doom).

to a magical light
and it becomes the light
and contributes light
to this place

More than a place
but a collection of connections
firewood and kindling gathered -
on fire,
providing warmth
and light
to one another.

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Love is Logical

10/22/2015

Love is logical
It makes sense
Two people attracted by mutual energies
or interests
or chemistry.
And you experience together
a bonding
And you want it not to end.
So you declare love for the beloved.
Why doesn't it last then?
Why is it so hard to find
and maintain?

Fear is illogical
Fear is anti-love
Fear causes you to question
Whether or not you deserve this blessing
Whether or not your beloved deserves you
Whether or not there is another better
illusory lovearound the corner

There will be challenges -
Overcoming fears,
Having faith,
Working through trials,
Time and again
But if love is good
For the most part,
Then why not choose love
Choose to love one another.

Going Places by David Budhill

3/29/2015

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I put the poem in this frame, and as you can see, there's a glare. I was going to retype it, but the spacing and all is so unique.

I have kept this poem, found doing spring cleaning, since 1979. I know this date because Quest/79 is in the footer on the page from which it was clipped. All my life, I have pondered this question about being in happy isolation from the world, or being an explorer of the world. Islanders deal with this tension a lot, do I stay or do I go? As an adult, a lot of who you are is defined by this choice that you make. My play, Island Space, was about this tension.

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Mango Flowers Overflowing

2/15/2015

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All over Kona,
Mango flowers are in bloom.
They don't look like flowers,
but they act it,
beckoning its pollinators
to come have a taste.
All over Kona,
you see this.
Mango trees loaded
with these flower stems.

Last year,
we didn't have any mangoes.
I miss them.
I didn't notice the flowers back then,
Or a lack of them.
But I felt the lack
of mangoes
in the summer.

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Dole Street Walking to School

12/30/2014

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If you
see
a
floating
feather
as it
falls
before
your eyes
Catch it!
It will bring you good luck.
If
you
miss
it
That's okay too.
The main thing is that you tried.

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In the Right Light

12/16/2014

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In the right light,
even the brown weeds
overgrowing on the side
of the highway
are beautiful.

And don't forget
the purple flowers
that fall to the grass in May,
earning the name
the custodians use,
rubbish tree.

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Gifts

10/23/2014

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You do not travel this world unclothed
Upon your coming
You are bestowed with gifts of finery
And as you grow, you are dressed

Think of this clothing as treasure,
Not to be hoarded but shared
Yet not to be squandered
Vulnerable to theft.

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Energy of Disappointment

10/23/2014

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There is energy to be tapped
in disappointment
Whether it be in a job
or a cause
or a political figure
or a relationship

The hope for success
For dreams come true
For visions manifesting
Had energy.

But when that hope dies
What happens to that energy
Defines you.

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