the Rhythm of Sea ->

A Wise Teacher from the Ocean is Kelp…
Showing us how to Move through Life.
Kelp easily Moves with the
Rise and Fall of the Tides.
When the Waves come, Big and Small,
it is pushed upon the rocks,
Simply responding by…
Dancing… with Fluidity and Grace.
Accepting… each Moment as it Occurs
No Hesitation… always finding the Rhythm of Life
…as should we…

~kenji

You

I like You

… when you are the saint
… when you are the sinner
… or whatever other version
of you that shows up along the way.

Actually,
I Really like the raw,
unprocessed person
that grows in your own natural way….

Becoming

The woo woo & and its people will disappoint you,
Narcissism & the folk who wear it will disappoint you,
Whatever flavor of life or person you meet will disappoint you in some way
As it is human nature.

Become like a dancer…
with your life.
Along the way you will meet Fred Astaires
who’ll make magic with you
And you will meet Frankensteins who’ll crush you…
for a time

It is hard,
It is beautiful,
It is wondrous to see
It is what it is.

These are the experiences that make you…
You

So…

I like You

~kenji

Winds of Change

The winds of change are stirring the air about me,
…and things are moving – a dance of a different energy
I believe the Universe is conspiring (in a good way)
It reminds me of the moods of Esalen
My curiosity is up as to what will unfold

Bali, Japan & Beyond

It was around this time last year that I left the dolphins of Big Island for Japan, and…, ultimately – Bali. I’m really missing it. Travel is a tiring affair but the jewels found in the process make it worth it

My 2 weeks in Japan were very busy. The first 2 pit stops were in Tokyo and Kyoto on my way to Matsuyama (not so very far from Hiroshima). My stay in Matsuyama was all about doing sessions, a combination of bodywork and teaching (life coach). I completed 18 sessions in 5 days (with another 4 in the following week). After Matsuyama, it was on to Osaka where I stayed with a sweet woman who taught traditional Japanese weaving (on a loom). It was another new way to be in the moment. I really enjoyed it but it was off to the airport and on to Bali.

Wow, Bali…. I couldn’t stop smiling for a week. It was natural… there something about the energy of the place and it’s Magical Rice Fields. I was there to take a dance facilitation workshop and a month long workshop to add to my Esalen Massage certification training so that I could get their piece of paper saying that I did it, then I could hang on the wall with my others. most of my time was spent near Ubud at Ananda Cottages which as the universe would have it, got me an awesome room.

Anyway… Bali & Japan are in my blood now and I hope to return sometime this year. If not, then I hope to bring them to me in Hawaii. During this year, as I build an energetic anchor (home base) here in Kauai, I hope to create a healing space for myself and any who would venture here

Blessings
~kenji

Dude-ist?

Seems like as I continue to refine my personal definition of spirituality, I see a lot of the patriarchal leanings still exist in organized religions. Its like… the penis is supposed to be the ‘rod of wisdom’.
I’ve got one… and trust me, it isn’t.

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Be the religion:

Dude-ist… (aka Buddhist)
Him-Du… (aka Hindu)
Christ-Him… (aka Christian)
other Man-stream Religions (mainstream)

Don’t get me wrong, I have more in common with the first two as they’re a closer match to my own philosophy but in the ‘organized part’ – they still have heavy leanings toward the patriarchal (masculine). This mystifies me so many agree that it takes both Yin & Yang (feminine & masculine) to achieve any semblance of balance.

I’d love to see an opening of arms toward the re-emerging goddess (feminine) energy so that it comes into our conscious as a gradual integration rater than having to reach the strength of a tsunami to create change. Either way will effect the needed change but the turbulence of a such wave can be rough on those who are unprepared.

So awakening goddesses, dance a new dance with the masculine, one of power coupled with grace, seduction with wisdom and knowledge with nurturing giving birth to a new world

~kenji

One pair of Shoes

She’s just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy
because that’s just the way she is.
She moves, keeps on moving, in her body, in her life.
Actually, that’s what I like most about her,
and that’s what I hate about her.
I love the sunlight on her skin,
and how the wind plays with her hair,
I am grateful because he taught me how this is done.
This time.., her hair is jet black,
having the sheen of raven’s wings.
Are they gypsies too?
I imagine so, because they are so ‘here’ when they’re here.
Oft in bands, uncountable, sometimes as a sole spirit:
appearing to speak to me of mysteries and things unseen.

She’s just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy,
one dance away from being gone, again.
What’s interesting is…, when she does return,
like a warm breeze in times too cool for comfort,
she is completely different.
I only can recognize her by her eyes.
I’m not saying by color and shape but only by the soul that lies within.
When we are together, I cherish the honey,
the sweetness of our now and I well know the sting as things die.
There are times I think she very well may be the devil in disguise,
returning to torture my heart again and again,
but I gain…, I grow from our encounters

Just one pair of shoes away from being a gypsy.
Maybe I can learn from her way of being, embrace it as mine own.
Yes…, its time to learn this lesson too,
to be free from the torment of waiting for her return.
This is for the lost and the lonely so I’ll no longer be counted amongst them.
It is time to dance to tunes unheard and gather travel dust on my shoes
til it falls to the ground like rain.

I just got a new pair of shoes today and I’m gonna dance to the horizon.
I feel that wandering spirit in the air,
no…, a warm breeze in times too cool for comfort.
The winds of change.
I believe I’ll be leavin’ now.

In the Space Between

dragon guarding water ladles at temple - JapanIn the space between my breath,
I find movement and ease,
soreness long lost,
a dance that has yet to be
I feel great, alive and…, dead to the old
There is calm and serenity, a peace long forgotten

In the space between my breath
There is a beast who slumbers, good or bad,
I do not know… but he smiles as he sleeps
I meet a dog there sometimes;
he too smiles as he slumbers.
Why these smiles, I do not know,
perhaps a secret I’m not privy to…, yet

In the space between my breath
I find bread, old and rotten, yet there is a sweet smell,
Maybe it is that of death or perhaps
that of new life growing amidst remnants of the past
I wonder what bread has to do with breath except…
possibly I misheard myself.
Perhaps this is a pattern, I shall watch to see if this is so

In the space between my breath
There still exist tunnels of dark, which are known solely to me
The depth of which no one notices
Because they are entranced by their own reflections

In the space between my breath
There are ghosts of things past and spirits of things to be,
Whom enter in the inhale and depart on the exhale,
leaving their imprint but for a moment or two…

In the space between my breath
There is snow…, unfallen