At Noelle's Place

Berlin, Paris
Rome, Samarkand 
Kathmandu
New Orleans
Tel Aviv
What a trip this place is
Hearing about 
Samurai and Yakuza
The traditions of Old Japan
Learning from someone's passion
Is always exciting and fun
The true artists mind
I continue to wonder
How does it process
And translates
What it sees
What it experiences
A world made of
ephemera hanging  on the walls
Tapestry telling stories
Soothing oils burning slowly
Ancient woods that
Hold old books
We talked about soil
Sand and mud
Humidity and moisture
A sharp contrast with the
Steel and cement
Providence is made of
Skills and skulls
Drapes and moody 
Doomy music
Makes this old home
A uniquely welcoming place
Despite the incessant rain
Pouring down outside
Art meets religions
The ethereal and the tangible
The occult and the divine
All that inherently makes
Our human experience 
Sometimes dull
Sometimes shine
Shapes and marks
Amazing designs
Inks are chosen as 
the needle starts
Knowledge and wisdom
Shared as my friend lays
Bleeds and smiles
It's part of her voyage
Part of a passage 
She made to survive
to belong and to find her own truth
The dark always leaves its mark
But it can be a gift to help us
remember the past 
While we live in the now
when the light brings out
All the shaded lines 
that define and
Rescue at last