
Almost Mothers Day


late Sachiko Yoshihara…
Power of Self-Dicipline
To The Gen Z’s
I confess, as much as I desperately wanted to kill myself
ultimately, I share that I never succeeded in killing myself
not even once
It’s probably because, rather than to die
or to kill,
I found writing I ended up writing
But in that same vein,
one must not replace living by writing
If you can save yourself from having to kill yourself by writing, and still you want to kill yourself, then,
poetry is as useful as
medicine
poetry IS my medicine
But one must not stop living by writing
But one must not stop loving by writing
I’ve found that an actual “real”flower is definitely lost – poof – disappears – as soon as I write the word “flower”
Likewise dragging my feet on writing paper makes my life insignificantly blithe and livable
Maybe even tolerable
so I set out to walk around erasing my foot prints, only to find new foot prints following right behind me.
(translated by K. Tsuyama)
Sachiko Yoshihara
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It’s actually addressed “To The Youth” of the time. The poem was prompted when Yoshihara served as one of the panalists serving as a judge for a high school poetry contest. It is said that she was surprised, saddened and triggered by so many entries that expressed many teens’ desire to end their lives. She felt the anguish, a certain suicide ideation in many of the student entries which prompted her to write this poem.
自戒
わかものたちよ
わたしは一度も死ななかった
たぶん死ぬかわりに
殺すかわりに書いたからだ
死にたいと書くことで
死ななくてすむのなら
詩は薬のみたいな役に立つ
けれどその調子で生きるかわりに書いてはいけない
愛するかわりに書いてはいけない
花とかくとき
花はたしかに失われる
紙の上に足をひきずると
いのちはたしかにかるくなったので
私は足もとを消しに歩きまわる
すると私のうしろに新しい足あとが
またついてある
As this poem is about how one uses the Discipline to not destroy oneself, one of the 8 limbs of yoga popped up in my head as it is that Discipline or Restraint (for harm to self and others) that will ultimately save us, preserves us, empowers us to live a more fulfilling yogic (that of content and inner peace) life.
YAMA – “Restraint, moral disciplines or moral promise/vows”
Yama is the first limb or the principal. There are 5 YAMAS in the practice of yoga.
There are five Yamas:
Recommended Reading: “Light on The Yoga Sutras” by BKS Iyengar
忘れた
覚めたとき わたしにはわからない
夢のなかで みたと思った色が
色 そのものであったのか
それとも ただ 色の記憶であるのか
赤なら 赤
といふことばによって ふりかへる
するともう 赤はない
そして 今
わたしには わからない
持ったと思ったものが
生活 そのものであったのか
さまざまの色の断片(きれぎれ)に ちりばめられた
ただ 生活の 記憶であるのか
夕やけのガラスは オレンジ色だと思った
シャワーの水しぶきは ダイヤモンド色だと
思った そのことだけが のこってゐて
水しぶきも ガラスも のこってゐない 今
吉原幸子
(詩集 幼年連禱・ 1964年刊)
Forgot
When I awoke I did not know
if the vivid colors I saw in my dreams
were really colors
or were the colors merely memories of colors but not colors themselves
Red is Red
I look back based on such notion, red is red
but then that red no longer exists
And now
I do not know
Life itself that I thought I led
if life too, patched up and sprinkled with colors
to serve as memories of the day to day, a mere figment of our imaginations
the glass through which we see the sunset was color orange
the splash of shower water had colors just like that of a brilliant diamond
impressions of colors remain in our thoughts
but splashing water nor glass … no longer remains, here and now.
Sachiko Yoshihara
When her poem is read, why is it that my head swirls like it’s coming up from under water to above … to take a breath only to submerge oneself once again into bright swirl of colors. Blue is blue; red is red is red … It’s about our consciousness … how we live our day to day asleep or in consciousness. Do we live in full awareness of every color that presents itself into our visuals or … not. Asleep in colorless dreamless slumber … going through the motions. Forget & Forgotten.