Aloha from the Publisher

 

 

From my latest book of poetry

Red Dreams, Volcano Visions

(c) Pacific Raven Press, 2019

 

CHANGING CONDITIONS

Dropping into awareness
I feel a thread of light
across the red
horizon of my third eye.

I refocus, make new aims
commitments to create
and accept new situations
consequences of choice, or not.

What tools can we use to save
our sacred values and principles?
What and where are the best questions
to ask, and to whom?

I pause, clap my hands into the now
remember and observe changing conditions:
terrifying speeds, spillages
of raw searing heat.

Volunteer firefighters sweat profusely
driving tractors and backhoes
using picks and shovels to create a fire line
stop aggressive flames
melting the beloved `āina.

How to drop into body
observe the mind and emotions?

Volcanic eruptions are unstoppable
hot, crimson danger.
No choice but to allow lava
to flow and burn all in the path to completion.

I observe the subtle and blatant surges
of heat flowing, slowing to cool aqua peace.

 

From my book of poetry, New and Collected Poems (c) Ishmael Reed Publishing, 2003

CLOUDS GATHER

Momentary circle of blue
bursts through gathering clouds
as the wind fades then returns
like the voices of summer crickets
surfing through sun and shade.
We sit still
on the fine white sand
at Mālaekahana
watching the changing sky.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

GOLDEN PHILOSOPHIES

Sun scrolls attention
In an unpredictably silent performance.
The third eye twitches with new possibilities.
A phoenix in me courts ancestral memories.
Venerated ancient leaders
Confucius, Plato, Gandhi, King
Acclaimed poets, prophets, teachers
Laozi, Du Fu, Rumi, Whitman.
Shadows of greatness
Fly and fall on a canvas of radiant light.
Intuitive recognition of shimmering moments
Deciphered, by whose standards?
Churches, temples, mosques
Show perennial hope.
Sacred texts promise eternal life.
Meditative messages transmit
Treasured instructions.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

SHIFTS OUT OF TIME

Flying over, wandering natural
Abstract soul-travel in a dream state
I’s soar with fertile inspiration.
Shifting scales, recovered lineage
Expanding to alternative visions
To escape frantic disassociations.
Night ripples the sphere of exhaustion
While the moon’s silver blanket
Heals the soul.
Double awareness fades in andantedreams.
Psychological practice grows transformative:
Shakespeare, JungGurdjieffOuspensky.
Rise, float above the world’s stage.
Visualize below—
Windows, doors, people diverse
In costumed dreams
Enticing, repelling, hiding.
Open, close, dismember reality.
Wake up!
Reconstruct.
Perspectives rise and sink.
Phantasms shift out of time.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

EXIT ON WINGS

Is there a dignified exit
From the labyrinth of life?
Remorse floats just beneath the thin skin of age.
Sincerity struggles: save self.
Enlighten conscience to forgiveness.
Individuation swallows the other.
Broken wings lack support.
Imagine an escape.
Expose procrastination.
Dig up abandoned aims.
Mend wings still weak with indecision.
Reconstruct the incomplete flight plan.
Correct disability of clipped wings.
Use reliable glue.
Follow ancient migrations, proven pathways.
Soar toward wholeness of Truth.
Seek the patterns of heaven.
Fly again toward salvation.
Fallible humans
We fail, fall back to earth.
Why bother?
What is a real exit?
How much are wings mendable?

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

MAMA’S LAP

Protected on Mama’s lap
I crossed the highway at Green’s Fork
Tuskegee, Alabama.
I witnessed fiery clannish rites
Mob mentality, rituals of terror.
I listened to Mama’s voice
Heard her inspired intention
Reading me stories, fairy tales, verses
Comfortable on her favorite
Periwinkle blue upholstered chair.
Observing clear echoes of long-ago cultures
Mama educated her child
Explained fables, legends, myths—
Ali Baba, Aladdin, Scheherazade
Along with flawed leaders
Cleopatra, Hatshepsut, Solomon
As well as goddesses and gods
Isis, Shiva, Shango
And lessons of great teachers
Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha, and more.
Mama taught protocols.
Enter in the eastern door, exit in the west
Honor the guest, respect others
Absorb wisdom, promote agency
Sitting on Mama’s lap, I learned to stay strong
Seek vibrancy, and healing change
Engage in learning, fly toward puzzling stars.
So much to remember and value!
Her instruction in my early youth
Mostly unrecognized, now cherished.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

ORBS

At twilight
I’m falling, spiraling
From spirit-sky orbs
Toward the aesthetic ocean.

The stinging hot coastline
Reflects the crimson phoenix in my heart
Evoking pentatonic symphonies
And a desire for magical connections.

Bewitched by moon music
All night I dance in sapphire circles
Beside shadowy lakes and rivers
Twinkling hypnotic on cooling shores
Until the gradually coming aurora
Ever reflecting timeless orbs
Borrows light from father sun
Extinguishes mother moon.

The heavenly orbs astound:
Never the same rising
Never forgotten
Never abandoning life.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

Mirror Flower, Water Moon

A bright copper coin in an indigo sky
The harvest moon reflects in my eyes.
In the cloudy mirror of me
I glimpse a shadow
Obliterated by the black face of night.
Ninety-six laws of confusion
Choke, blur, and blind transformation.
The muted moon is a beautiful woman, Astarte.
Her bare shoulders glimmer.
In the watery mirror of light
Her nipples pose erect
Under her bolero blouse.
She illuminates the garden within
Finds magic
In the soft swinging skirt of palm trees.
Lunar light turns, dims, eats organic life
Attracts the attention of the dark ones.
The water moon feeds on the lunatic fringe
So says the esoteric legend of the werewolf.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

DESERT OF QUESTIONS

Who is the desert swimmer?
From windows stuck closed
By sand and old paint
Emanates a cacophony
Barely decipherable tones.

Who is playing a piano behind a dirty window?
Who is playing a guitar’s seventh chord?

An interval inevitably appears
Silencing noisy confusion.
The mysterious enneagram offers answers
Symbol of evolution
Geometry of time and body types.

Surrounding the Earth Mother
Math and physics whisper
Future sonatas and requiems:
Life and fertility
Death and resurrection
Rites of passage
Sterile sands.

Dormant date seeds on the edge of an oasis
Are surrounded by drought
Where all is naught
When timelessness is everything
In the golden desert of questions.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

MORNING MEDITATION

A butterfly on the east wind wafts naturally
Attends a stunning sunrise
Invites celestial inspiration.
I sit and visualize
Gifts and harmonies of the morning
Contemplate the unexpected
Flight of a peacock to the rooftop
Countless mejiro in the avocado trees
And two `iwa birds circling over the Pali cliffs.
I chant affirmations of gratitude.
Love dances, dips, and lifts
Around the periphery of heartbeats
Rises above the soul-feast:
Paradise of meum teum nostrum.

 

From my book of poetry, Footprints, Wings, Phantasms (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

EXPOSURE

Naked
Falling from the sky
Diving into the Sahara
Where earth cradles desert
With four directions, four winds
Even four seasons . . . sometimes.
Crashing from the fiery west
Falling into watery identity
I fill with metallic fears
Another wounded swimmer
With cold skin, burning breath
Balancing yin and yang.
Called to silvery green islands
Challenging courage, I rise, I fly.

 

From my book of poetry, Red Dreams, Volcano Visions (c) Pacific Raven Press, 2018

GODDESS PELE

There’s trouble in so-called paradise
on Hawai`i, the Big Island
56,000 feet above the ocean floor
at Halema`uma`u Crater
legendary abode of Pele, the fire goddess.

Her awakening, fiery red and passionate
surprises volcanologists, geologists, tourists.
The ecosystems are shaken
catching communities and Nature off guard.
Pele births alerts, eruptions, explosions

Then 24 steaming fissures appear
change daily, crack the earth
exhale malodorous sulfur
destroy idyllic dreams of peaceful living
of swimming in seductive turquoise waters.

Pele is the powerful goddess of fire
familiar in Puna and beyond.
Nemesis of her compassionate sister
loyal and loving Hi`iakaikapoliopele.

Pele coughs up her retaliatory magic
devouring forests and all organic life
destroying the homes of kanaka maoli
and non-Hawaiian individualists alike.
Paradoxically, as Pele exhales destruction
her violent releases makes new land
with the fountaining magnitudes of lava!

Deep under the Earth’s crust, Pele inhales
mixing her mysterious, furious magma
stirring up the alchemy of re-creation.

 

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Konch Magazine Interview with Kathryn Waddell Takara by Ishmael Reed

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The publisher of Pacific Raven Press, Kathryn Waddell Takara, holds a BA in French from Tufts University, an MA in French from U.C. Berkeley and a PhD in Political Science from the University of Hawai`i at Manoa. She is retired from an accomplished career teaching interdisciplinary and ethnic studies, as well as French, in the University of Hawai`i system. She is a well-known public speaker and distinguished author.

For more information about Kathryn Waddell Takara visit: www.kathrynwaddelltakara.com

 

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Kathryn today and yesterday, and with her beloved mother, Lottie Waddell.

5 thoughts on “Aloha from the Publisher”

  1. The Aloha talks and reveals the themes correctly thanks to the author.

  2. I think the book is just fine,I enjoyed it and it gave me a lot of thoughts

  3. Rocquel Mcintosh said:

    I could feel the emotions coming out the book I sense a lot of nature and feelings towards it. The book is very clear and the writer is very precise and creative

  4. “MAMA’S LAP” is a beautiful poem 🙂
    I think I am going to look up your book.

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