Walls of Alhambra Palace
are covered with intricate elaborate arabesque vines
the way I like to get lost
even to enter from the exit to look for an entrance
Noriko Ibaragi
アランブラ宮の壁の
アランブラ宮の壁の
いりくんだつるくさのように
わたしは迷うことが好きだ
出口から入って入り口をさがすことも
茨木のり子(6/12/1926 – 2/17/2006)
If she were alive she would be 95 now … It’s not easy to translate poems as there’s always a little of a betrayal in finding the language that’s fitting. There are virutally no perfect fit, it’s always an approximate.
February 17th was the 16th anniversary since this Japanese poet passed onto the next world. I am always reminded as February 17th is also my mother’s official birthday … which we “celebrated” over an international phone call and Skype. It’s just not the same as when one sees another in person to transfer and share one’s Life Force, Prana, Chi, Ki, Qui, Energy … much needed at times like this. Yet we also do not want to infect another with a virus to cause a demise – it’s a delicate situation as ever that we learn to navigate.
We are all lost sometimes trying to find our way and get frustrated and irritated but why? Like late Ibaragi Noriko uttered … getting lost in finding our path is not only okay but preferred. Just try all sorts of paths to find a way and yes, sometimes starting from the exit to look for an entrance can give us an epithany so often missing in our daily programmed maze to always start to finish without complexity nor confusion.