I swear by the sap of a Lacquer Tree
That this be me:
Tiki Tixi the Geigi.
Springing from a Flower Town in Willow World
Where fantasy and flowers frolic free...
In a dozen nutshells:
Monday’s are my favorite
And I appreciate sliding doors;
Thy secret treat is coffee jelly
And emotionally, I feel most fruitful.
Feasting in the gamut of the arts,
From paper folding to preparing tea;
I hear, even a hut
Can transform into a dollhouse
With the right honcho.
Betwixt you and me,
I spy on anima under my sage glasses,
Sponging up every motion.
I be trained in heedfulness
And dig cloud-gazing.
If you must know,
I twirl for rice
Plus shimmy when it’s raining;
I shake my legs under all positions
To deliver the psychic energy...
I crave to be
As darling as Hello Kitty,
Yet profoundly graceful, like Dear Willow,
While wilder than kabuku!
Still, I am Wa (peace).
By the bye,
You shall never catch me
Outside of my tabi-toe socks,
In which I hone, fully small steps,
Indulging the kimono to jabber for me.
Thy obi is thy nerve,
A water hole of hidden sparks...
Inventing haikus, from time to time,
When my thoughts become too many;
I dream to be your bud.
Naturally, I bear an old hand in minutiae,
Reading nods and winks
From light to dark.
I pride myself on companionship & calligraphy;
Gesture Jargon is thy mother tongue.
I follow the way:
The waft of tea,
The flow of flowers,
The lingering of incense,
And the lines of pen.
Freshly, I emerged from, the turning of the collar ceremony,
With a mint chignon to boot,
(Alongside a blossoming hairpin).
I ever hold a hanky, at the peak of my sleeve,
Just in case I need to flirt.
I hope to visit the shiro (castle) beyond the gaping glass,
Guided by the close road of Heartland...
The yarn I treasure tops
Is that of the Bamboo Cutter;
(May he R.I.P.)
I dally on the treble strings of shamisen,
Plying my coconut shell plectrum,
Cultivating every twinkle.
My aim is to advance cuteness,
For suchness equals smiles.