Monday 21 December 2020

Winter 2020 - a short poem

The snow began flooding down
in dense plentitude—

The biting cold emerged
In an insensible gradation—

As Winter was upon us
The view from the inside
Changed wholly—

The smooth chill
Underlaid the dry air
Emanating from the heater—

The outside cold
With perfect pitch
Listened to the flames
Of the fire
Crackle and pop

In the evening abode


Saturday 19 December 2020

Free Form Poem No.6


The slippery fragment
Eluding the fingers
Like a fish egg—

The dark space
Between two people
Only barring time—

The electric shock
Leaving smoking footprints
On organic matter—

The silent laughter
Of humanity
Ripples through the cosmos—


Tuesday 15 December 2020

Permeable Existence No.3


Pemeable Existence No.3 - 2019

The unity of all
Preceeds the motion
Of a falling plum

Rendering the experience
Always complete
In its timeless continuity


Friday 11 December 2020

On "Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1" Sculpture - 2019

Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1


Carved from Western Red Cedar, Adaptability and the Indestructible Nature of the Whole No.1 stands on three points of contact with the ground providing structural balance in combination with the organic movement of the parts. It is carved from one piece of wood with latitudinal grain orientation. It remains showing its natural surface, polished with fine grit sandpaper.

Contemplating on the inseparability of nature, I came upon a sense of profound appreciation of this physical world. No action is isolated, but contained within an environment, or rather is wholly a part of that environment. We tend to focus on visible matter but when a tennis ball travels over the net, the air is as important as the ball. Likewise, when we listen to music, it is the vibrations travelling through the air which reach our ears.

Upon deep reflection, the circular nature of events contains an order. This order is so balanced and immovable. It quenches all fallacy instantaneously. Moreover, any disturbance in this order, like a ripple in the pond eventually dissipates back into the surrounding environment.

This cosmic order, call it Justice,
So pure its objectivity,
So clean and crisp its power.

I revere its majesty,
But who reveres?
Another ripple in the pond,
A disturbance finding order.

Before I merge back
Into the great oneness,
May I merge into Order
And dance with the Cosmos.

The first and last lesson
From the great master—
How soon will we see?
In the timeless arena,
We already know.
For the answer is in the question—
Tomorrow is now.

~Mike Sasaki 2019

Space No.1

Space No.1

Walking in woods
Amber leaves crunching
Under light steps

Crisp air cleanses
Body as nourishment
Passes through flora
And fauna alike

Nature's outdoor home
Welcomes all indescriminately
As creation tumbles forth
In smooth acts of timeless growth


Monday 7 December 2020

Free Form Poem No.5


The dangling drip

Suspended loosely

At the bottom of

The thawing icicle—

Nature's whim

The droplet of icey

Water swaying most

Gently along the 

Rounded tip—

At times

About to give way

To the earth's great

Void but then

Not yet,

Not yet—


The biting wind

Doth come and,

Congealed, the

Glistening spike

Was but alone.



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