This poem is written by my poet friend Selma Benjamin. She is 101 years old. She has been through the holocaust. She is gentle, kind, and very wise. Here is one out of her hundreds of poems that she has given me permission to print. Here goes: 2020 BLUES Crazy plague from unknown sourceMakes usContinue reading “2020 BLUES”
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Green light
Yellow lightshave turned to greenuncross your fingersuncross your legsthe clock is ticking to our pulse. On your feet open the window shades Look Listen next moment tell me more… Genie Nakano, 5 /20/2020
“A Gentle World”~~Haiku
Floatingin the distancea gentle world Genie Nakano, May 24, 2020Photographed by: Genie Nakano
Golden Fan Of Menopause
Meditation#7 Humbling Down
once I watched an ant crawling the mountains bottom it started to run half its legs on the ground in an alternating tripod gait with quantum steps my eyes followed mind took me to the summit there I wanted to be but wind blew me away down the other side breathing in breathing out IContinue reading “Meditation#7 Humbling Down”
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”
Happy Today
Roses from my Garden….Planted during Quarentine and they are Blooming.
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”
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”