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Graying hair, receding hair-line, thick-power-glasses, .......are the features we elderly bear in our evenings of life, .... in addition to the increasing pressure of adaptations to the newer gadgets, perfecting skills to operate them and remain in touch with our dearest-dear kid, 
........who enthralled by his toddler call: ....'APPA'....long back, in our own times of youth !!



Time passes by....like that. Now my son calls me to 

get 'Whats App' installed on my cell-phone, so that we could remain in touch with. 

We humans are perhaps made to transact with the energy-exchange-ways in real-time with warmth, gesture, touch.....and all that we call humane !!

World has come closer, communication distances have shortened......

.....but it has metamorphosed into a cooler, metallic, alien kind of place.... 

A longing for warmth is what we keep close to our heart......which we need most in our older age....!!

Singing In The Pain (痛みで歌う)

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.”

 - Kahlil Gibran,
"あなたの痛みはあなたの理解を囲むシェルの破壊です。それはあなたの中に、医師があなたの病気の自己を癒すそれによって苦い薬です。したがって、医師を信頼し、沈黙と静けさの中で彼の救済を飲む。"

  - Kahlilジブラーン、
 

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
Kahlil Gibran
 "深いその悲しみがあなたの存在に刻む、より多くの喜びあなたは含めることができます。"
Kahlilジブラーン

 For me to be me
I came across a lot of things
I is for I
I met all sorts of people

I like the proud memories
I want to live
Because I change one mind
Staring straight

Of trees and green sky and the wind
Also thought that was a letter that was torn tear
Also broken bench table and shoes
Thank you ... have also a lot of tears

 私が私になるために　
いろんなことに出会った
私が私であるために　
いろんな人に出会った

思い出を誇れるような　
生き方をしたい
気持ちひとつで変わるから
まっすぐに見つめて

空も風も　木々の緑も
破いた手紙も　破かれた想いも
テーブルも　靴も　こわれたベンチも
たくさんの涙たちも･･･ありがとう

 For you to be you
I superimposed various time
Because you are who you claim
I love all kinds of repeated

Like this now boast
I want to how to start
Because I changed one word
I'm talking straight

Streets are also noisy sea the moon
Also wish to not receive smile that reaches
Also blocks were also broken lie Yubikiri
Thank you ... also a lot of kindness

 あなたがあなたになるために　
いろんな時を重ねた
あなたがあなたであるために　
いろんな愛を重ねた

この今を誇れるような　
立ち方をしたい
言葉ひとつで変わるから
まっすぐに話して

海も月も　ざわめく街も
届いた笑顔も　届かない願いも
指切りも　ウソも　くずれた積み木も
たくさんのやさしさにも･･･ありがとう

 I like the proud memories
I want to live
Because I change one mind
Staring straight

Also also stars twinkling rainbow rain
Lines also abandoned luggage you want to discard
Passing each other shoulders and windows as well pencil
Thank you ... also a lot of loneliness
Thank you also to the many stories ...

 思い出を誇れるような　
生き方をしたい
気持ちひとつで変わるから
まっすぐに見つめて

雨も　虹も　またたく星も
捨てたい荷物も　捨てられたセリフも
鉛筆も　窓も　すれ違う肩も
たくさんの淋しさにも･･･ありがとう
たくさんの物語にも･･･ありがとう

©picture and lyrics (original Japanese) credit: Yuko Honda. 絵と歌詞（日本語オリジナル）クレジット：優子ホンダ。

®thankfully shared from her.ありがたいことに彼女から共有した。

Fallen Leaves

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,

Why should you not speak to me ?

And why should I not speak to you ?

(poem courtesy:Walt Whitman)

I raise the present on the past,

(As some perennial tree out of it's roots, the present on the past,)

With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,

To make himself by them the law unto himself.

(poem courtesy:Walt Whitman)

One day I shall go and in my place may be a cactus will grow. Who knows ! What does it matter !!

For none will recognize me.

Existence is not by itself. Existence is by recognition.
(prose courtesy:Krishan Chander)

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death.
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.
All goes onward and outward....and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed and luckier.
(poem courtesy:Walt Whitman)

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
(poem courtesy:Emily Dickinson)

To Be In Clover

Yuko was sitting in the alley of ICU waiting room where her son was admitted in, fighting for his life against a terrible sickness.

Beyond the window glass, through which she was gazing to, she could see the beautiful red clover.

There it was a beautiful color-riot on the green-mat of grasses over that outside lawn, where she was dreaming of a careless life of ease, comfort & prosperity, when her son shall comeback home out of that hospital, the Kamiyama Life Center. She thought red clover as a life for her. To her it seems that red clover increases gradually the son's life....delighted....been buoyed by heart.

And then, two months later, one morning of October she found out that the weed of the lawn was cut by the weed mower, the red clovers were also gone with....

"It is a flower of life"....she yelled in her mind....she thought that night to be good....but son's condition changed suddenly....he passed to heaven.

Torn & broken Yuko picked some red clover remnants, gotten adorn the altar in Kamiyama Life Center and returned.

The next day was her concert for the first time.

She heard the voice looking for her to respond....she browse through voice....red clover tamashita bloom flower....goddess of mountains....in another cold world....and beyond.

Out of the tears she thought as it was a message from her son Hikaru.
"Kana has become the red clover ....somewhere....in some season"....she mumbled.

Suddenly she heard a thunderous applause ....clapping hands ....people in standing ovation in the concert hall....
It was her first concert....

Catch Me - For I'll Fly With The Wind,

a mirage..
a dream..
a rainbow..
a butterfly..

.....I pursued all through my life,
.....but never were able to;

touch it..
feel it..
know it.. !!

Perhaps, this we call life..
Never to know it !! :-(

Remembering Mom

# "Boys of these days.... !! How different we were"

# When I was of your age, I was married !"

# "Let the Dad come, then you see....!"

# "Your cupboard is full of the cloths, yet you don't have anything to wear....!"

# "Call me back the moment you reach....okay ?

# "Finish your vegetables....otherwise you won't get your heights."

# "You don't get tired, listening to the same old stories over & over again ?"

# "You will ruin your eyes, if you gona watch tv all day long."

# "If hairs are wet, don't sleep just below the ceiling fan, you may catch cold.

# "To whom you love most.... ? Mom or Dad ?"

Son Not So Good

During this week long stay at village, my every night were filled with strange dreams.
Many threads and each were in activation simultaneously; coherent, non interfering to others as if daily routine were done from the point where they were left the day last. My dear ones, who have left this visible world, they just appeared as if they were real ones.

Strange though it is, I too participated & lived every night with them. But never shared my night experiences with day light friends. It was of no use, as no one would believe me or I may be categorized otherwise.

It has always been a dream to meet our loved ones departed. And who would not love to. So was I enjoying every bit of it. Lovely mom and others, so near, so close and above all I been shared. Oh God ! I had mother's ear for this one week.

But day light anguish were mine. I could never know that by the first ray of the day light, why & where they go ?

My village home is a large structure, just suitable to have a big joint family in. Its front facing a large mango grove and a quiet big pond in its back. It is so deep that a number of kids have lost their lives by accidental slip & drowning in its past history years. Villagers say these lost ones are all visible-as they are all unsatisfied & unlived souls; just as a dark midnight clock strikes twelve.
It has always been a puzzle to me. Midnight souls, I never came across if any. But losing my night visitors, kept me on suspecting that they all go to hiding there in the deep pond within.

But my mom wont do that for sure. She must be hiding to me somewhere else. May be angry with his son not so good !