behold this brand new worldfoundin a dropletof evening dew. . . Genie Nakano, Dec. 21, 2020
Category Archives: magic
Fairytales
At bedtime Mother sang me fairy tales a world full of magic that’s why I believe in god Genie Nakano, 1. 15. 2020
Dream
summitof a mountainwe meet as eagles tumbling in the sky feathersfall into my dreamGenie Nakano, 12/22/20
Sur-reality
We travelto a foreign landbackpacks onlyspoon to keep warmwhisper in empty rooms shake the room’til the walls spin aroundand cookie crumbs falloff the bedinto our hungry mouths surreal dreamsturn real as clocks meltfrom Dali’s treestime turnsinto timelessness our breath heats the room a tropical breeze blows in from the south fragrant with plumeria even thoughContinue reading “Sur-reality”
when…a tanka
the silence before the sun rises too soon daylight spreads will covid ever end Genie Nakano, Dec. 17th, 2020
The Golden Deer~~a tanka response
a tanka response by Genie Nakano and Susan Rogers…* Hill top deer yearns for a pine branch the bough softens leans and bows a golden sunset glows bathed in gold the hills sing a ballad of light everywhere she turns divinity shines under pine trees matsutake mushroom reveal their fragrant scent a secret offering sheContinue reading “The Golden Deer~~a tanka response”
Ecstacy in Stillness
Sitting in stillnessfinding new ways to moveecstacy in calmness Breathe in, Breath outBreath out, breathe inThe world is outerthe self is innerThe world is innerthe self is outer In Out out inRise fall Fall Rise All one in meditation. Genie Nakano
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 myContinue reading “Ballet de la Lune”
A New World Sings
the train lost speed and just plain stoppedeveryone got off and stoodstaring at the tracks mother cowjumps over the old manin the moonmilk spills everywhereluna-tics start spraying silver bullets deep in the forestthings settle into a snoozewhile urban womenblare a new kind of musicyou’ve got to hear it… I can’t explain ityou just have toContinue reading “A New World Sings”
Ying Yang Moon
darkness, lightnessyin yang, yang yinman…womananimal…humanwe have many lives beaming downon my skin a silver moon…how can needs be fulfilledwhen what is wantedis not needed a turtle floatedto the island’s shoreyears agomy father rode on his backto the bottom of the sea waves rollingacross the sandjust a dreamsoft and tenderI believe in Miracles an ocean shimmeringContinue reading “Ying Yang Moon”
