In-Between 5-7-1
"Everything exists within me"
On the Night Silver Dust of the Big Dipper Scattered
An unexpected farewell, a bruise etched deep in my heart,
Starlight scattered across the cold, unfamiliar floor.
A throat choked with sorrow, lips sealed in silence,
An unshed river of tears.
The rugged siru, infused with my mother’s touch,
A gray earthen vessel, resembling my own soul.
From the darkness was born a yellow life,
A ray of hope soaking my being.
My grandmother's stars, my mother’s siru—
Golden hope embracing pain.
Life’s landscape painted on a palette:
Red of passion, blue of hope, purest white of innocence,
Black of struggle, gold of joy intertwined.
My inner cosmos unfolds upon a canvas of white.
Seven beams of starlight, the resonance of seven chakras,
The rhythm of the universe flowing through body and soul.
In the endless changes, I encounter and reencounter
New versions of myself.
In the labyrinthine world of In-Between,
Loss awakens as a seed,
Fragments reunite into wholeness,
Scars meet with art.
Like a sprout born from the siru’s darkness,
My work transforms and transforms again.
My grandmother’s starlight, my mother’s siru
Unite within me, birthing a grand majesty.