“A quiet path through memory and bloom — International Christian University, Mitaka, Tokyo.
March 2021 | Sakura season
Where I walked with questions, found silence sweeter than answers,
and watched petals teach me how to let go.”
Welcome back to my corner of the world — Noriko’s Poetry,
where ink meets emotion, and the unsaid finds breath.
After a season of silence, I return not just as a poet, but as a woman who has walked through winds, waited through stillness, and listened closely to life’s softer notes.
Japan changed me. So did solitude, service, and the sacred.
Now, every word I write carries the scent of incense, the echo of pirith, and the ache of longing.
This blog was born as a refuge — for me, and maybe for you too.
A place where femininity is fluid, love is a prayer, and poetry is a way of touching the divine.
I’ll be sharing verses old and new, reflections that rise like steam from early-morning tea, and glimpses of a woman quietly claiming her voice again.
If you’ve been here before, thank you for waiting.
If you’re new — welcome.
You’re entering a space where softness is strength, and stories bloom.
With metta and light,
Noriko
June 2025 | Badulla, Sri Lanka
