01.28.2010 | 1:00 ami can't believe it, but i can! the universe listens, and responds.
i love stars. i'm starstruck by heavens, constellations, legends,
stories, myths.
been so since i was a young girl, reading my horoscope, daily,
my chinese & my american horoscope, mayan calendar horoscopes ~
i.e. , i am a fire snake gemini, same as bob dylan.
5 24 1941
5 24 1977 cycles every 36 years
360 = revolution
the magic in numbers
& words hypnotized me
sorcerers we are
stuck in our
own music
gods yes
and
for years,
i read folks'
horoscopes &
fortunes at parties,
in living rooms, in bedrooms,
for fun, and now, i can do it for work,
for love, work is love =
i love my job! jesus!
to analyze the stars
to help people
understand
their destiny,
their character,
their losses, their loves,
their true path, and their beauty.
to show them their beauty. & humanity.
we are all reflections of each other.
i am learning from Wise ones.
ancestors calling, as
Bryonn says.
i love my
job!
being
an astrologer
in a cool triangle
shaped room in the
wailana, a room owned
by a shaman, a room isis
blessed, goddess of magic
and me, young stargazer in training
navigating through the world trusting instinct
and god and love, where love leads the body, where
love leads the heart. amen. may every breath i say be a prayer,
every song i sing be a love song to the universe. a love song that resounds
beyond space & time, deep into the sea of the heart, tumultuous tunnel
of love...
yes. i am an astrologer now. call me. let's set up an appointment.
would love to meet you. selah. issilah.
volcano love
05.05.2009 | 6:00 pm
poem for Craig Arnold
Did you thrall, being alone, one soul, under God?
Did bamboo script songs into your skin?
Are you still alive, waiting for rescue?
Whose old ghost stole you as ransom?
All poets love you for sifting into mist...
What heat did you venture close to?
Did Pele claim you in a kiss?
Did you find Grace in Kuchino-erabu?
Do you know how Dearly you are missed?
How many prayers lift into ether for you?
Do they circle like gulls in a cold dawn?
What rosary does your brother recite
as he pulls on his boots to find you?
We admire you, pray for you —
Poet, walking straight into the mouth of Wonder
silver miracle
12.21.2008 | 3:18 amla le.
a legendary bird mentioned in old tales in songs as a sweet singer. issil & lale. a silver miracle.
this is no legend. this is today.
a bird lays in bed with me tonight. she found her way home to me. last week, i saw her drowning in the waves off mokunui island. paddled out on a blue surfboard, sang to her, scooped her up & swam her to shore.
left her in a nest on the island. returned the next day, mother instinct beckoning. spent the day picking snails off rocks, singing to her, climbing cliffs.
3 days of hard rain. i worried. but left her wild. like me.
my heart lost & wandering, worried about my loved ones, prepared to take flight. again.
and this morning, i played a song on my guitar for the first time in days. jasmine bloomed, and i sat in the backyard making her a gift of poi, humming, when a bird comes waddling under the fence. who? yes? she comes closer.
yes.
how? the island is so far. how did she find me? is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that i'm feeling?
travis & shanna brought us food, brian & stefan brought music. silver (lale, kailani manu) spread her wings, sat as we sang around her. life is a miracle.
love finds her way home. love finds a way. over sea. over sky. over street. over struggle. over sin. over sadness. guided by her heart's compass, flying with broken wings, hungry, tired, weak, but alive. she found her way home to me. godbless. amen.
motherearth
12.01.2008 | 2:57 pmevery day's another blessing. thank you god.
yesterday, i prayed for forgiveness & a green kokui nut seed fell from the tree in my backyard. and a white dove flew past overhead. a blessing. and i thought, motherearth. motherearth records. something i can put my faith & love in beyond myself. that will live on, after i'm gone. and grow, like a seed. yes.
bless You, and thank You for the ways you make life luminous for those around you, with everyday acts of kindness.
life is short. everyday is what we make it. let's honor our parents, love our friends, love our loved ones, and love ourselves enough to give.freely. purely. soulfully. thank you for Life!
been singing with the bluebirds in the morning. starting to understand their language. coos, whistles, purrs. it's calm again.
amen.
sarang,
issilah
prayer for Obama
10.31.2008 | 8:52 pmPrayer for Obama
?An there shall be signs in the sun,
and in the moon, and in the stars; and
upon the earth distress of nations,
with perplexity; the sea
and the waves roaring;
Men?s hearts failing them
for fear, and for looking after
those things which are coming on the earth:
for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
And then shall they see the Son of man
coming in a cloud with power & great glory.?
~ Luke 21: 25-27
Akua, thank you for the sun, moon & stars ~
for birdsong, kokui nut trees, godsongs from afar ~
please bless Barack Obama, who stands alone
like one bass clef in a sea of trebles,
nagivating the trills & turns & staccatos & swings
of politics with his own noble jazz ~ a suited rebel
with Kailua-town class able to hit a true chord,
ring a country into harmony with his grace.
I am no prophet, Akua, just a girlfish suffused
in a waveswell of love for a man who rides
Babylon?s rough currents like a milky~wave,
like he bodysurfed Sandy Beach, weaving,
a copper needle in a sea~dress of green,
white foam like plumeria petals scattering
in his wake, or how he scattered a lei at
Halona Blowhole where his mother?s ashes, too,
flew into the salt-stained wind ~ yes, I believe
in a man who releases blossoms into the air,
a man who trusts in the spiritual, the sacred,
who swims like a sienna-gold seal in a sea of sharks,
who can lead us out of tumbleweed & tombstones
out of the desert, into a New World.
*
Yesterday, Akua, I was driving past
University Avenue and I saw three of your souls
standing on the sidewalk with signs for Obama
plastered in front of them. One black man,
one older white lady, and a UH Manoa student
all grinning with a sad question mark,
a clouded hope in their eyes, as if
they wanted to but couldn?t trust the light?
a kaleidoscope of cars whizzing past. And I
wanted to stop traffic, jump out my car,
shake them, rattle them, hug them, and
kiss them, an impassioned Corean girl
who reclaimed my pure name ~ issil ~
morning dew ~ after decades of living with an approximation!
a made-up school pronunciation ~ ishle ~ because
of him ? because of this Man who has
given us back our pride, with the simple
way he stands head tall & astride
in the Pain & Terror which threaten to engulf
us all ~ Akua, I wanted to clasp them to my
heart & tell them ~ yes, yes, yes ~
look at You. Look at Us, beautifulsouls
aligning like new constellations in the darkness ?
We have already won.
*
as Kumu Ohai says,
Pule for hawaii, america, and the World.
han sarang. Godbless. Amen.
?And it shall come to pass in that day,
that the light shall not be clear, nor dark:
But it shall one day,
which shall be known to the Lord,
not day, nor night: but it shall come to pass
that at evening time it shall be light.?
Zechariah 14: 6-7
~ issil ~
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