You are so precious.
Don’t ever think otherwise.
Flowers bloom from dirt.
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #157, 9/18/2018 –
I dedicate this poem to all of you. Keep your heads up!!! The flowers are from the farmers market in Hilo, Hawaii on 9/22/2018.
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Consistency is key to writing, exercise, and any goal that we have. On some days we rock it, while other times, we struggle. We progress by just doing it. My friend who I met at Starbucks is walking behind me. She looks like a ghost because of her movement.
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I’m re-reading all of my ghost books written by Glen Grant. I wish he was still alive. I miss his presence. Grant had an amazing life as a professor of American studies, history, and political science at the Univeristy of Hawaii at Manoa and Hawaii Tokai International College where he was a Vice Chancellor; author of I believe 14 books (nonfiction and fiction); radio show host; entrepreneur with his coffee shop and ghost tours; and board member of the Moiliili Community Center. I would’ve liked to have known him. He passed away from cancer on June 19, 2003 at the age of 56.
I’ve witnessed many unexplainable events and people with supernatural gifts. I also have friends, colleagues, and acquaintances who have shared with me their haunting experiences. Healers, masters, and spiritual leaders have come into my life along my journey. Some spiritual events were innocent, while others were very dark. Apparently, people who were angry and mean when they were alive continue to be the same when they’re dead. In contrast, those who lived with compassion and empathy, transitioned over with these qualities. Since leaving politics in 2015, I’ve had less unusual experiences, and I’ve only befriended a few more people with supernatural powers. Maybe it’s best this way. However, my curiosity for the unknown has picked up again as I read Glen Grant’s books. I can’t help but keep in mind what Grant’s dead father said to him in his dream, “There are things on this side that you must never know.”
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I stood on the top of the ridge and admired the beautiful green trees swaying far below with the wind. The last of the blue skies were painted over with shades of gray. Ahead, dark clouds were sweeping in like an angry predator. They swallowed peak after peak and kept coming for me.
I calmly inserted my headphones in my ears and played my favorite song. The happy tune brought me a smile. My time here would be over soon, but I was content. All that came to my mind was my mom, dad, sisters, nieces, family, and my closest friends. It’s funny how we spend much of our lives building so much, pushing through all the problems and terrible people that seemed so important to do back then. Yet, in the last moments of our lives, all we think about are the ones who really mattered. Memories of joy with them came blasting in like a movie in fast forward. You see their faces and then you’re gone.
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, 7/25/2018 –
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Drafted laws. Too dry.
Can I get a connection?
Made them alive with fiction.
Did you cry when the boy died?
Now do we have a connection?
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Poem, 7/18/2018 –
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It was extremely dark when I left. I knew where I was heading, but I was afraid. Then the beautiful moon appeared behind me, lighting up the sky, as if it was telling me to keep going.
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