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Soshite (Complete)

I am writing because the blog lost the last five stanzas–sorry… Soshite Cold outside fingers cramp and freeze my age is showing like a fallen slip so… slap on the blush gloss the lips piggy bank more time I’m not ready for elderhood my heart is still a child my body is merely disobedient so…Continue reading “Soshite (Complete)”

Gentle Yoga #4 Our Hands-Healing Mudras

A short Haibun below the video–“Guardian” which explains how these mudras worked to heal my Rheumatoid arthritis. Gentle Yoga exercises and Mudras “Mohiniattam” for hands. Keep your hands supple, soft and strong. In 2012, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid arthritis. My hands were starting to be deformed. This is part of a haibun I wrote.Continue reading “Gentle Yoga #4 Our Hands-Healing Mudras”

Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession. Source: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at Spillwords.com

Wise-Dome

I’m here on this great American holiday– Easter Buddhist– tho I am so didn’t make a ham made bread and Passion Fruit jam didn’t mean to rhyme just came out in time to be silly and nonsensical in this era of pandemonium tell me– will I be able to look back laugh this day awayContinue reading “Wise-Dome”

Happy Today

Roses from my Garden….Planted during Quarentine and they are Blooming.

Namaste

Namaste revised . . . April 8, 2020

A Rose Named Peace~~a tanka

Your fragrancespirits me away where am I goingwhat am I doing Peace…. a tanka by Genie Nakano

All I Can Do

This poem was written by my friend Aya Yuhki. She is currently the editor of “Tanka International”, in Tokyo, Japan. All I can do softly when the winds caress the door of fate, I will open it for you. a bare tree stands with silver branches stretched to the utmost, I will gaze at theContinue reading “All I Can Do”

Meditation #6 “Organics”

meditationorganic medicineclose your eyeslook withinexplore the internal

Pandemic Fantasy, 2020

I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly. So I decided to leave the world. I madeContinue reading “Pandemic Fantasy, 2020”