Flowing down a river of dreamscool soothing mistsmy berry lipsdarkened by the sunwelcome the unknown Genie Nakano, August 15, 2020
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Jai Ho Bollywood~~Video
Those were the days…. In 2003, I was the first Asian American to teach Bollywood at El Camino College, Torrance, California. Not many people outside of the Indian community knew what Bollywood was. But I convinced El Camino it would be a hit–and it was. Here are my students dancing to Devdas, and performing aContinue reading “Jai Ho Bollywood~~Video”
AUGUST MOON~~tanka series
AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone Genie Nakano This wasContinue reading “AUGUST MOON~~tanka series”
Afternoon of Tanka Poetry
Four thousand years old, tanka/waka is the oldest form of poetry in Japan. Coming to America 1957 and flourishing all over the world. July 29, Thursday 2:00P PM join us….
Moving Mountains~~Yoga with Chairs
Together we movemountains I MISS ALL MY FRIENDS. GenieYogini@yahoo.com
Meditation #14, Colombo Sri Lanka
You should sit in meditation for 20 minutes a day, unless you’re too busy, then you should sit for an hour. ZEN ADAGE Memories of Sri Lanka. Thank you venerable Bhante Piananda, for graciously honoring me to meditate and teach yoga in your temple, Colombo, Sri Lanka Circa 2014?
Telephone Pole
the tree to the telephone says “keep your wires to yourself” let me grow my way Genie Nakano
Kaze
photography by Raphael Raphael, 2020 wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind Genie Nakano, originally published in My book–Storyteller
Don’t call me Bachan
Uncle George ,Sugie, 2-8-1892 , 1965 ,Sugie & Yaemon,3-8-1880,Uncle Jay, 1918-1960 my grandmother died at 73 the age that I am now her thin grey hair was tied back in a bun was she ever young? coming from a foreign land her songs were of an old Japan coming to America a picture bride “freshContinue reading “Don’t call me Bachan”
2020 BLUES
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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