He does not wear nose rings nor earrings. He does not graffiti on his skin. He does not enjoy obnoxious noise riding a bike. He is not a manipulator. He is not intrusive. He respects his feelings. He respects other’s feelings. He never smells bad - I wonder if he ever smells - He is not aggressive - That stirs up Mother-hen instinct – He is beautiful - That inspires me to create poems -
his 43 years Birthday 7/24/2021
What is a friend?
You call me your friend. I call you my friend.
While we have abundant uncommonness,
Such as what each of us can contribute to the other
Such as being birds of NOT having the same feather,
Yet, we flock!
Wonder what a friend is……….
Accepting the other as a person, as he is, as she is
Sometimes, even suffer through for hoping the well-being of the other
The weaving of the most challenging task in our life
One has to be independent to be able to do so.
What is the family? Sharing the common blood; Living together
True friends are the family members sharing the common value,
Accept the other as he is, as she is.
04/11/2021
Why sounds so lively the streaming music from Pandora?
which I have been accustomed to
Perhaps the whiteness of phalaenopsis is dazzling my eyes,
which you have given me
Why is awaking my left toe?
which has been sleeping by the stroke
Because you touched it with your hands,
instructing me to exercise.
I am 81 years old woman; you are half of my age
I recount the time when you were born, 1978.
At that time, I was still exploring;
no way was ready to have a baby.
Here I am sipping a moment of luxury,
being with you, age of could-be my son.
I imagine how happy your mother had given you birth
Envy and Thankful
for James 11/4/2020
In all countries in the world, we, all men and women, have to wear masks. We experience how uncomfortable and hard it is to breathe. We experience precisely how Muslim women feel who have to wear a face-covering. This is an excellent chance to sympathize with Muslim women and support them to breathe freely.
We experienced that we had to cooperate to contain Corona Virus within our own country and internationally. It’s about time that we learn that we cannot afford to fight among countries. We must stop fighting and create peace for our safety and survival and that of others.
Pandemic forced us to experience face covering.
First time in my long life wearing a mask
My glasses get cloudy; my sight gets blurred.
Hard to get oriented with surrounding
Hard to breathe.
Long for days, we are free from a mask.
Welled up is great sympathy to Muslim women
who have been forced to face covering
Who wants to wear a mask?
None of us want.
To avoid the greater peril, coronavirus,
We submit ourselves being fettered.
We will be liberated once the virus gets controlled.
When will the Muslim women be free from face covering?
The world must admit what we don’t like,
Muslim women also don’t like it.
Longing the day to be liberated?
Oh! I am sorry that I forgot. I put the mask on my face.
Oh! when we would be emancipated from this absurdity,
When we can breathe freely,
When we can see an expression of others,
When we can hug as we feel like it.
Maybe a year ahead?
Hopefully, within six months?
No later than two years….
We have anticipation, hope.
Do Muslim women feel the SAME as the rest of us, men and women on the earth?
Do they have hope to be free from a mask, face covering?
for Moslem Ladies 2020
After a long time, we had been distanced after a trivial quarrel, we happened to meet and had friendly talking. I was expecting that we would regain the lost time, friendship But, that became the very last time I enjoyed being with you. When I think of you, I picture a red gladiolus flower. When I see a gladiolus, I recall your gorgeous waved hair. You were beautiful as the flower, yet being frail like the flower. Listening to a melody of Chopin, I remember you. You said, “I like Chopin best.” The Cat brooch you gave me has been my favorite. I will be cherishing it as the memory of you. Sayonara Yo-ko san
2/9/2019
God is sometimes very fickle to create a very special person giving him an extraordinal gift, perfect consistency For a movement, the whole body and whole mind participate and becomes unity That consistency comes out in the air as aura That consistency is transparent As if the music is flowing through his body, As if the lightning is emitted Captivate the eyes of the audience The very special gift has to be cherished, Being protected and shared by those who admire it.
Inspired by one of the Audition participants 2/5/2019
Where do you come from?
Are you the prince from “The Kingdom of Shade”
or “The Kingdom of Light?”
If you are from the former,
you are about to step into the latter?
If you are from the latter,
you are about to explore to find “The Kingdom of Bright?”
Ahead of your journey, difficult, challenging, weary,
Yet, you will reach “The Kingdom of Bright,”
where you find different yourself,
being filled with Delight.
You will change the misfortune to a blessing;
you will taste “Elegant Revenge.”
Inspired by unfortunate NCB male dancers – 2018
Greatest sympathy to your feeling of being humiliated, which exploded anger, understandable, but your rage engulfed the unrelated parties just like a frustrated person harmed bystanders You see, a man and woman relation, each has responsibility You know, no one force you, but you choose your boyfriend Being aware of your responsibility to the tragedy, find out what factors contributed to your attraction to him, you would be closer to walk out of the humiliation. Prove what of you blinded yourself not to notice insincere clues By facing your fault, you would improve and grow Next time, you would be wiser to choose the best among abundant suitors. Being so beautiful and wise, you would end up “Happily ever after.” Be a living “Tatiana,” and hopefully, you would dance Tatiana in “Onegin,” too. Drop the names of principal male dancers from the Complaint, Dragging unrelated men into your bitterness, you would not recover from suffering. Drop the suit altogether The ballet company did not force you to be his girlfriend. They are not a shepherd of dancers in their private time Let’s assume that you will win and get some money; the weight of humiliation would be defined as so much money. Rewarded for the attitude of blaming others in human relations, you would repeat a similar bitter game. Let’s recall a great actress, Elizabeth Taylor. She divorced her first husband, the son of Hilton Hotel Chains She could have gained substantial money if she sued him. She refused to do so, saying, “I don’t want his dirty money.”
2018
Dancers are Human Treasure, not disposable stock. New York City Ballet fired two principal male dancers unjustly. Alleged conduct, exchanging nude photos, may not be appropriate, but it should not cost them their job. Just because being sued by a former female student accusing the ballet company of fostering a “fraternity-like atmosphere,“ in their defensive maneuver to deny the allegation, it opted to sacrifice two precious principal male dancers. Two dancers are in the prime time, which may not last long, they are like birds being deprived of their wings. Without flying, the bird cannot live. Without dancing, the dancers cannot live. Let them come back and dance again. Dancers are Human Treasure, not disposable stock.
Inspired by the sad incident in New York City Ballet 2018
The beauty belongs to those who admire it,
independent from its physical owner.
The owner of the beauty has a mission to be its guardian and mentor,
being intellectual, insightful, incessantly nurturing his talent.
Admirers are at the mercy of its owner,
only allowed to pray for the best and indirectly support him.
Inspired by one of the audition participants 2018
Russia, once being prevented by the “Iron Curtain,” out of reach for me Yet through the mist I adored many violinists, ballet dancers, and composers Decades ago, the “Iron Curtain” started melting away Then came the flood of astonishing ballet dancers, They are super-natural, but LIVE! Several years ago, I encountered Eifman Ballet It accepts human beings as we are, It expresses real feelings of human-beings Now, I am about to land in the country which once in the secret mist
September 2017
Once Russia was invisible, being obstructed by the “Iron Curtain” Through the mist, we adored many prominent artists, musicians, composers, novelists, ballet dancers Once the “Iron Curtain” melted away, We had a flood of artists visiting our countries, LIVE! We are convinced that Russian are human-beings Excelling artistic abilities Once Eifman Ballet knocked our mentality, We were awake to question and realize; What are real human beings? What must be done to promote a healthy mentality I am about to step on the land where Eifman Ballet paradigm is established Where his philosophy derived Where his dream will expand
9/24/2017
My very first memory of the airplane is American bomber B-29 I was held by my mother's arms, who was standing by the air-raid shelter in our backyard watching the direction of the plane. If it got closer, she was about to get in the shelter. Following my mother's eyes, I saw red lights blinking in the clear night sky, hearing the noise of the plane. It was awfully beautiful. It was full-moon night shining on the tall sunflower Its dark shadow on the adjacent wall looked like a person standing. I was scared of the shadow while absorbing the fear of my mother. Ever since when I hear the plane's noise, I always recall that sight vividly, even now after more than 70 years. At that time, who could imagine that the little girl would be living in an ex-enemy country? Yes, I have been living in the USA for more than a half-century Now, I am enjoying my retired life here. There is no eternal enemy, No Eternal Enemy Country.
9/24/2017
Prelude I recall an episode: A prisoner had spent 20 years in solitary confinement without boredom by remembering a 5-minute good memory over and over repeatedly. When I step out to my garden, a lizard run across in front of me I recall that you said, “Gecko!” more than several times whenever they ran in front of us while we were strolling the garden I have gotten the new vocabulary! Whenever I walk the path curving around the patio The fragrance of Plumeria always remind me While I was asking how your family reunion was You mention your mother “She is very independent,--- like you.”, saying so, you look at my face over your shoulder, while walking one step ahead of me. I was casting my eyes, with a 50-degree angle, on the walkway. I just responded with a smile without looking at you “She likes plants,--- like you.”, again, you looked at my face. I kept casting my eyes on the pathway with a silent smile. I was feeling flattered to be likened with your mother, breathing the fragrance of Plumeria and happy feeling. Hindsight, you would have expected me to respond “Thank you for saying that,” following your standard of social grace. You took me out for dinner. I wore a simple fitting nit dress which perfectly revealed my beautiful contour, though my face has never been beautiful at any cultural standard. You put around your arm around my waist casually. When we stepped out my front door, You offered me your left arm. Momentary, I was puzzled. You raised your arm slightly. Finally, I got the message and wrapped my right hand around your arm. Gazing down the pastel ocean view, we stepped down front poach Leaning my head toward your shoulder, I breathed the moment of happiness while descending several steps to your car, which would not exist the next day. The happiness of just one day.
for James 8/15/2015
All Gods of the whole world, please punish me. Under the affection extending to a young man, Flame of desire engulfs my flesh. Shoot me with a burning arrow. Excruciating pain, feeling through, I will reach the climax of ecstasy. To All Mothers of the whole world, who have sons. Imagine – A woman older than you has captured the heart of your son. This desecration You must be punished. Hit me with stones! Filling my blood with a sake cup, I will toast to the ecstasy of my love
10/3/2014
There are not many beautiful things to touch my heart If I happen to encounter it, it is such a joy in my life. If I am generous, It is because I appreciate that existence And I appreciate my tender feeling still existing, able to be touched by the beauty You don’t know how much I have gotten, Much more than my generosity
9/16/2014
If I ever will have sex again It’s got to be better than before Am I better than before? Forget about me getting older Just I have to feel it better than past ones If I ever will have sex again It should not be planned It has to happen Someday, somewhere Just happen to feel that way If I ever will have sex again I happen to feel that way and I have to feel the man feeling the same regardless that I am an old woman and getting older It’s got to be better than before
11/22/2014
What I feel is What I am I have to be aware of all my feelings on my conscious level Then my self-love, my self-esteem will boost up the feeling it likes most Therefore I act out as I feel, reaching my satisfaction That process will enrich my self-love, my self-esteem, myself What I say is spontaneous, and it is what I want to say Hearing my utterance, I convince what I am sensing what I am wanting No regret, no doubt, That realization will enhance my ego What I sense is what I am aware of Dissipation of each feeling would create transparency from where genuine feelings would emerge from where genuine experience would start where my genuine self resides
11/2/2014
Man is not “Bread and Butter” I can live without it. If I ever care for a man, He has to be something to enrich my life like, say, a palatable appetizer or desert I have everything. Mental assets, monetary assets, and great feeling level If I ever am interested in a man, he has to be someone to enhance my energy levels like, say, great music or enchanting flagrance Man is not “Necessito” I can live without it. I don’t need to impress others by a superficial social life I am not afraid of solitude nor loneliness What I like is excitement in my life
9/27/2014
While taking ballet class, casually I look up at the glass panels of the observation room where once you waved me your hand timely when I looked up I always recall that moment of joy I took the next class, too, to be with you While taking ballet class, By chance, I glance at the glass panels of the observation room I find myself imagining your silhouette, recalling the moment of joy at that time While taking ballet class, Occasionally I look up the glass panels of the observation room I know I will never see you there anymore But that precious moment is mine forever
for James 9/6/2014
All year long, a sweet fragrance fills in my garden Roses bloom one after another all the time In spring, the delicate fragrance of wisteria play on the breeze In summer, plumeria fill the walkways with sweet fragrance In the night, “Beauty under the moon” dominates darkness with a seductive scent With all these fragrances, yet could they compete with that in your dancing? All-day long singing of birds accentuate the quiet air At night singing of insects harmonize with that of frog Owls troll from different trees Ocean waves echo against the back-drop, a range of mountains. With all these sounds, yet could they compete with the singing in your movement? In red, white, and pink, the spread of bougainvillea bark at the baking California sun, cascading privacy over neighboring walls The purple flower of Jacaranda and Princess Flower play with the ocean breeze. Gazing down the sweeping ocean melting into the sky of an impressionist’s brushing Gazing up the undisturbed mountains over the back gardens With all these beauties, yet could I miss anything? My living room is the ballet studio, 20x20, with a big mirror Surrounded by pictures of my favorite dancers in the last two decades Yours are among them, too The adjacent patio has a similar space I intend to have an impromptu dance party, with random music Yes, I wish you were here!
for James August 17, 2014
Note: “Beauty under the moon” is the literal translation of the Japanese common name for Dutchman’s Pipe cactus.
Shadow of gloom in his eyes
Irritation run through a moment of frown
I feel an impulse to clear them off
Is it mother instinct which I never had a chance to exercise?
Or is he my taste?
I would dive into the floor only if I could wipe them off
The last man I loved was 10 years older
A decade later, I started to develop interest in younger men, the son’s generation
Two decades later, now I am in love with a young man,
close to the grand-son generation
It doesn’t matter whether I have him or not
What’s important is "I am feeling of liking"
And, I wish his happiness
To have sex, to live together
I don’t need the ordinary life
Because I don’t necessarily dislike solitude or am afraid of it
Besides, now is my "hey day" of discretion
The "liking" feeling will amplify my energy
I became old while unfinished tasks still piled up
To my old being,
I want nothing but the amplification of energy
"LOVE" is what? I wonder
I love someone who gives me what I want
Just like a baby loves a mother, who is necessary for his survival
I don’t need this so-called social life
I don’t need to impress others
I have enough mental treasures
I have enough money
At this old age, all I need is an enhancement of my energy
When I encounter something beautiful,
I get energy
When I am deprived of it, I get hurt.
Then, I would reverse the negative feeling into positive energy like a hybrid car
Above all, I appreciate that I still have tender feelings
to appreciate beautiful things,
and I have found something as beautiful as its absence causes me sorrow
for James 8/19/2013
With the sharpness of the razor-blade,
you have carved the beauty of your dancing
With the same sharpness
You abandoned your dancing
which was slightly eclipsed by injury
With the same sharpness,
The double-edged sword thrust my heart
through the mist of blood splash,
I vision the image of your dancing
Shall I plug the wound to stop bleeding?
No. Let it flow!
It will transform to be a Libido-flow
The wound gets soar, smarted by beautiful music.
Shall I pacify the wound?
No. Let it suffer! It will magnify the energy-flow
for James 3/18/2013
Fragrance, I see in your dance
Singing, I hear in your movements
Beautiful line!
I proved where they are from--------
I see a Straight axis thrust right through from your head to your toes
From where your being streams out to radiate your dancing
smoothly without bumping into any lumps
Refined pureness!
Not restraining of not to do this and that
Rather elimination of redundancy in your physique, movements, and inner voices
to reach almost transparent your being
where emerge is the art, virtuoso, that’s what people call
I call it fragrance in your dance
Singing in your movements
for James 7/13/2012
Jesus said, “No one puts a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch tears away from the garment, and a worse tear is made.” Yet, I say the old cloth would absorb the new one as a pitcher plant would melt insects. Jesus said, “Neither is new wine put into old wineskins; if it is, the skins burst, and the wine is spilled, and the skins are destroyed.” But I would like to drink the new wine; it would tap into the spring of my libido!
6/22/2010
Faust sold his soul to Satan to regain his youth. But I don’t. Take me as I am, or leave me alone. I am not apologetic about my age. My face is no longer beaming with steamy youth. Yet expression on my face reveal what I am, culminations of my life, of which I am so proud. Take me as I am, or leave me alone.
10/22/2006
I am a prince; the audience is my fellow people craving for a glance of me My mere appearance on a stage is an incredible generosity of mine My people are so grateful for my generosity If I smile, they get ecstatic Every move, every expression of mine are extra generosity of mine to share the joy of dancing with You, my people “I am the Best. I am the Best in the whole world at least Right This Moment Right Here”
Dedicated to male dancers: Hope you would feel this way. 2004
Beauty belongs to those who love it, independent from its owner. Shall I be allowed to admire the beauty in your movements? Visible beauty can be mere skin deep. Visible beauty can be a manifestation of invisible quality, such as personality. Shall I be allowed to perceive the latter in your movements? What is Art in Dancing? Elimination of redundancy? Expression of genuine self? Explosion of youth energy? Shall I be allowed to feel Art in your movements?
for Rowdy, 7/21/2004
Art is a sublimation of Sexual Drive,
they said.
If so,
Dancing is a love affair with music,
I say.
If music is not good,
my whole self would close as tight as shellfish does.
If music is good,
my whole self would submit to it defenselessly
as to the arms of a beloved.
The music would come into my gut directly,
from where it will radiate to whole parts of my body
coloring my transparent self with its command
lighting up my emotion as it dictates
moving my body as it will
Music becomes myself.
I myself become music.
Oops!
So long as I know steps well.
June of 2004
The Skyline of Manhattan The Symbol of Civilization Each building stands beautiful in its way Yet harmonizes with one another in unity Must Not let it be disturbed again Must Make any effort to prosper this Civilization Must pay any cost to protect this Country America belongs to those who love America. America belongs to those who devote themselves to America. ********************** Thus the War was against Iraq started to eliminate potential danger to the USA and other Civilization based upon plausible justification To this date, we cannot find mass destructive weapons, The only evidence to justify the War was Just because the outcome of the War is different from the expectation, We must not accuse our Government. For at the time of starting the War, no one was sure of anything Yet, it was so urgent to eliminate the potential danger We went along with our Government No time for finger-pointing We must now share the outcome of the War solemnly Let’s concentrate on what has to be done to stabilize peace in Iraq and relevant countries That will lead to a prosperous Manhattan Skyline The Symbol of Civilization
3/4/2004
Welcome to my Kingdom of Light Where We accept ourselves as we are Which pave the road To accept others as they are Beyond Race, Beyond Belief, Beyond Preference Welcome to the Freedom of Choice Where You are entitled to prefer Apple over Orange If someone expects you to like Orange, it’s her problem, not yours No judgmental A little tear, A little cry, She will learn to appreciate you as a person Come unto the land of the future Where We are OK as we are so long as we don’t step into the boundary of others Cherry blossoms will bloom in Red in the midst of the winter Way ahead of the rest of the world Welcome to my Kingdom of Light
5/10/2003
Oh! I have been so grateful just to participate in Ballet class with young folks While concerning not to spoil the class with my incompetence Oh! I have been grateful if I could just keep up to stay a whole class While concerning not to jeopatize my health Oh! No. I should not deserve such a luxury to compete for physical beauty with the girls who are as young as could be my daughters. Oh! No. I should not deserve such a luxury to have a thrill of competition with young girls for an attention of a young man who could be my son. Oh! No. I should not deserve for such a luxury, because I’m just…. Or, Yes.
5/1/2003
Primed by your being,
My libido started to flow again
I thought I graduated from Romantic love a long time ago
I had commenced to philanthropic love steadfastly over the years
How many youths have I extending my generosity to
How graciously I have been enjoying being “mama” to them
Some tried to play overture, but just to flatter my ego
Nothing ever torched my Eros
Why now?
But I feel it.
What I feel is what I am.
I must not negate the real me.
Shall I not lure you to the rippling surface of Eros
Shall we not together dive into the depth
and would be washed upon the shore of Nirvana
Having you thrust into me
Shall I not weave a rainbow brocade
spreading over the Libido flow
to which you would try to reach
in vain, flaming with jealousy
DISCRETION
Shall I not transform myself into a prayer
Happiness suitable to you as young as could be my son
While
cherishing most dearly the Energy
elicited by your being
4/19/2003
“Contract? No. You trust me. If you don’t like my job, don’t pay.” The Words of the painter, I took as the conscience of blue color. I bet for a precious taste of Gentleman Agreement. Just to find, he wanted to use up unpopular paint on my building. “Credit? No. Not even total move-in-cost.” Looking in his clear eyes, I accept the black youth as my tenant, taking his word for it. Sometimes, I begged him, “Don’t betray my trust.” Overall, he certainly gave me a toast to human trust. “Pay in advance for special order? No. You pay when the series start coming.” Japanese Bookstore in Japanese Community, People trust own people. I felt tasting a drip of oasis in the desert continent. Just to find out, they wanted to charge me a new higher rate. “Escrow? No. That’s for American who don’t trust people.” I bought a property from my client WITHOUT escrow, toasting for triumph over the American system based on DISTRUST. Just to invite, “WITHOUT escrow? You must have done something fishy.” Alas, Am I a fool? I refuse to learn. Whenever I feel “hope,” I will take a chance, betting for a taste of human trust, the drip of oasis. Without it, I can’t survive in this desert continent.
8/16/2000
If I take my father out of my childhood, everything become gray monochrome I was good at all subjects at the school, always got “lead” for the annual play, always one of the chosen singers, but nothing was a big deal I was a last-born child; my father felt like I was his grand-daughter He felt sorry when I was weaning Every evening, he came home with a can of pineapple or peach to hear my joy, “Kyaaa aa” I was six when the world war 2nd was over, America defeated Japan No Food, No Material, except Memories of Good Old Days The whole family used to talk about the delicious Past, except me. My father felt so sorry that I missed the good time. Determine to compensate just as soon as the good time would come back The first ball I bounced was handed by my father came back from a business trip The first banana I tasted was with my father’s smile, “Taste Good!” Whatever I wanted, he gave me. Everywhere, he took me. When I reached adolescent arrogance, He uttered to himself, “Even you say such hateful things, I love you. Damn it!” “You are not appreciating, but, probably no one would love you as much as I do.” Another time, “If I were rich, I would let you go to Europe or America to study. I am sorry…..” He was not an ideal man or ideal father But he loved me. That, one of the very few things I am sure of.
2/28/2000
The 1960s, Virgin and Marriage were glorified Men married virgin paying the price for taking virgin Marriage was a license to be accepted by society to have guilt-free sex. Divorce was bad, better to put up with an unhappy marriage. The 1970s, Premarital Sex? No good, but do it anyway live together? Oh, no. But do it quietly Divorce? What a shame, but it cannot be helped The 1980s, You want to marry? You have not even lived together. Be sensible. Live together to test love before marriage. Divorce? Much better to start new than putting up with misery The 1990s, marriage? No, not ready. I don’t want to commit myself. We don’t need to. Divorce? One of those things can happen The 2000s, Nothing is right, Nothing is wrong. marriage OK, no marriage OK divorce OK, no divorce OK If one feels good about own marriage, it is good for oneself If one feels good about own divorce, it is good for oneself. To survive this generation, one must develop a keen sense of decision making to find the best in oneself.
2/22/2000
Charles M. Schulz died in his sleep at 77 just after he finished his last newspaper cartoon just 3 months after he had decided to quit drawing. For half a century, he created the world of “peanuts” in which he lived and loved and enjoyed. For half a century, millions of people all over the world enjoyed and were nurtured by the warm humor of his comics He ceased to exist. But, his creations, Charlie Brown and Snoopy and all will nourish people’s hearts forever. If one defines a hero in this era, ‘Person who develops his potential for fully, enjoy his activities, which are consistent with others’ happiness, wellbeing.’ Then, Charles M. Schulz is a hero of this era.
2/15/2000
Art is a sublimation of Sexual Drive, they say If so, Our Dance class is a Collective love-affair of our Narcissism Directed by our teacher enhanced by Music Like a good love-making Concentration is the key to get it The incessant flow of libido We’re sure to reach orgasm! Oh no, no disturbing concentration Oh no, no lecture to cool off feeling level Oh no, no chattering to detract from libido Just like a good love-making Within the flow of libido subtle hint, subtle touch, brief command that’s all it takes to get there The beauty of others is just as important as our own Observing others’ beauty, we can improve ourselves One thing is sure “I am getting more beautiful now than not coming here today.” When we all follow our Reverend, we are worshipping our Narcissism collectively breathing the aura of our libido flow
12/20/1997
When we put ourselves in the 1940s, discrimination was legal and was taken for granted, on top of which America had declared war against Japan All Japanese Americans were suspected as "enemy aliens." would we have done the same thing in their position, "not to resist" For the very survival of all Japanese Americans. JACL, you did well to ensure the well-being of all Japanese Americans, to reduce their suspicion of "enemy aliens." even though you may not have been able to be fair to all of our people. In such an emergency, unity was so essential; some individuals may have had to suffer unfairly for the sake of the well-being of the majority. Nisei veterans, Being called "non-alien," you devoted yourselves to your country which refused to acknowledge you as a citizen. You had practiced the word of Mr. Kennedy long before him in the most dedicated form. "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country." Nisei veterans, Your devotion was more than the practice of Jesus's word, "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." in this country which was founded on Christian ethics, yet failed to practice the most basic ethics, all people are equal. Nisei veterans, being dissonant with your parents who pledged loyalty to Japan, transcending personal feelings, you devoted yourselves to your own country, America. That was the very practice of Japanese Virtue though ironically, you had to call Japan an "enemy," though you did not speak Japanese Nisei veterans, you have accomplished the highest conduct a human can achieve maintaining high self-esteem all through hardship and adversity. If you could do all that, why can't we do the same in this era and the era to come. In this contemporary era, discrimination is illegal, not supposed to be, to fight against yet-existing injustice and unfairness is prevailing value. From this perspective, we cannot ignore the Nisei brothers who refused to be drafted, protesting for unconstitutional incarceration. Two Nisei brothers sued the Giant Government to defend your right as a Citizen It was a very pathetic attempt, with no hope of winning. Without any support, even from own group, Yet, you bravely pursue the principle. Knowing it would never be granted, Knowing it would risk the well-being of yourselves and others of your own group. But yet, you could not help but stick to the principle. Being rejected and resented by the whole world, it must have been a bitter and lonely journey. We extend great sympathy to your soul. If you could have pursued your principles amidst that hardship, we should be able to do so in this era and the era to come. Nisei Veterans, brothers, we vow to inherit the greatest legacy you have accomplished in that hardest era.
2/18/1995
Is this the end of it? While I was not aware of it, it has become my joy to hear your voice. Once in a while, can you let me hear your voice? At least could you leave that small happiness to me? Is this the last chance to see you? While I was not aware of it, it has developed throbbing of my heart to see you. Once in a while, can I have a chance to see you? At least could you leave that small happiness to me? Is this SAYONARA? While I was not aware of, I must have grown in my love for you. Always, I will be praying for your happiness. Always I shall cherish this small happiness preciously.
10/10/1994
I am a little sailing boat Wave, Wind, Without them, I do not have my life Escaping from raging storm I may rest in a harbor for a while But the harbor is not my life No matter how small my sail may be To go against the wind is my life I pray Wind, Wave and Rain Please don’t to be too strong Please don’t swallow my sail under the waves No matter how small and small my sail is Without going against the wind My sail never have soul