Day 355 – sweet dream words

Saturday, August 21, 2010
Day 355
2:59 am

sweet dream words

Something catches our eye
in the moments before rest

We crack each other open,
consider the insides that
tickle our spines

We beg for the voice to
approach, reach in further,
lift us from the pages and fly

There is a bridge where we
seek each other through words
and in
this text is how we

Leave me with your voice
and this is how i will
sleep tonight,
speaking your
in my mind’s eye
letting go of bindings
allowing your song

to live

to lift

to rest

to rise



About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

One response to “Day 355 – sweet dream words

  • sanskritoflove

    after a more than decade of watching you uplift community artists, it’s satisfying to see them pay homage to you for once…

    from part of my reading last night: “footnote to shadowlands” (adaptation from william nicholson’s play and film)

    “we read to know we’re not alone” – c.s. lewis

    pain is god’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

    i pray because i can’t help myself.
    i pray because i’m helpless.
    i pray because the need

    flows out of me all the time,
    waking and sleeping.
    it doesn’t change god,

    it changes me.
    we can’t have the
    happiness of yesterday

    without the pain of today.

    why love, if losing hurts so much?
    i have no answers anymore:
    only the life i have lived.

    twice in that life i’ve been given
    the choice as a boy and as a man.
    the boy chose safety,

    the man chooses suffering.
    the pain now is part
    of the happiness then:

    that’s the deal.

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