Ballet de la Lune

In a never ending
stream of consciousness
I try
to grab
a winter moon

sliding down  
a wave of shimmering light
entering a mist
where moonbeams shinedown
on my black hair

cravings and desires 
dance with in a restless mind
too much yin
and sleepless nights
make me pale and frail

I remember 
what my father said
my child
you need more yang
the earth between your toes

enlightenment
is what I want and need
obsession fills the air
with echappes and pirouettes 
I spin and spin away

Genie Nakano 
2/14/14  revised 11/21/20
originally published in Rafu Shimpo and "Storyteller" available on Amazon.Com