Counting my Breath
what can you say
about the sun, moon, stars
while sky
holds them up
do they have a choice
looking out my window
figures walk their dogs
some run some trot
some stop to smell the roses
I planted on the curb
I watch them sniff
then off they go
please spread
their sweetness everywhere
and come back again
I'm waiting
for my transformation when
I love
everyone and everything--
"all sentient beings"
tomorrow will come
in less than 24 hours
the sun will shine
the moon will rise
sky has no judgements
perhaps
a critical mass is due
but let's leave
the people out
of this equation
patience
is the antidote
to anger
I'm counting my breath
as I turn blue
April 23, 2019
Originally published in Rafu Shimpo Japanese Newspaper
I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.
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Genie Nakano 