I would have everything perfectly planned before seeing you — what I would say and what I would do. But the minute you walked in the door I
the world becoming a field of flowers and all — it distracted me. Your scent filling the room.
Me breathing is a prerequisite for me singing, which made it very difficult for me to sing anywhere near you.
Note: I am a singer
I felt compelled to ask you about reincarnation … and we both looked puzzled, but our souls got the question. And I still don’t know how I can explain it — how you’ve always been a part of me no matter what we believe in.
I’d preach it like a bible, as I sing it like a hymn — every word, every note, my devotion to you, as I write it on the walls of temple of the world until everyone believes in what loving you can do.
… refuses to be buried. The bud still unfurls, claws out of the dirt : a crazed, blind mole rat, impossible to catch before it climbs — tunnels its way beyond any reasoning in the brain and commands to be drawn in blood as a flower.
My muscles get sore from all the dancing I do with the thought of you.
I realize now that it wasn’t a matter of choice from the head or the heart. It was my soul that always loved you, and there is no stopping that.
The Hawaiian language has over 200 different names for rain. The breadth of these names describe the form and qualities of each type, as well as the specific times and regions of the islands these rains can be found. The Hawaiian culture recognizes rain not only as an integral part of survival, but also as a friend and spiritual guide. To talk about the rain is much more than small-talk in Hawaii, it is a conversation and language in itself. The physical intricacies of rain color parts of your day and life differently and help to understand the depths of others. Hawaiian ancestors trusted the different rains to determine when to plant specific crops, fish, harvest, and so much more. Most of us have lost so much of our connection to the land. I can only hope to notice and welcome more of these sacred, rainy visitors.
1. My love is the rain Soaking through the sheet of night Time folds into sky
2.Gardens refresh us Flowers are forms of water Our souls drink the rain
The rain dripped down the faces of leaves then tapped unbreaking a dance in the streets.
We laughed in gleams shone brighter in night to finally feel climate that sung us alive.
In Hawaiian poetry mentions of rain or rains may signify joy, life, growth, greenery, love, good fortune (light rains, mist), grief, sorrow, and tears (heavy rains), the presence of gods or royalty, sex, beauty or hardship.
Some of my favorite Hawaiian rain types:
kili, much beloved rain
ko’iawe, light moving rain
ua nāulu, showery rain
ua lani pili, rain downpour
ua ho’okina, continuous rain
ua hikiki’i, slanting rain
ililani, unexpected rain
uakoko, rainbow-hued rain
Lēhei, leaping rain of upcountry Maui
kuāua hope, spring rain
ka ua ‘awa, grieving rain
ʻeleua, dark rain
kuāua, hopeful rain
ehu, fine spray rain
Lani-paʻina, crackling heavens rain
ʻUla-lena, invigorating, yellow & red rain of Maui
Mololani, well-kept rain of the Lehua flower & Ohia tree
W.S. Merwin, was a beloved poet and conservationist who lived in near-solitude in Haiku on Maui from 1970 until his death in 2019. His work was highly influenced by his passion for restoration of depleted flora and his connection to the elements on the island. I am looking forward to visiting his plantation soon where he restored hundreds of species of palms.
Merwin wrote several beautiful rain poems. Here is one of my favorites of his:
I wake in the dark and remember it is the morning when I must start by myself on the journey I lie listening to the black hour before dawn and you are still asleep beside me while around us the trees full of night lean hushed in their dream that bears us up asleep and awake then I hear drops falling one by one into the sightless leaves and I do not know when they began but all at once there is no sound but rain and the stream below us roaring away into the rushing darkness