Invitation to Peace early morning these days no T.V. no radio prone to quietness I meditate everyday the same way like sitting on a rabbit’s foot I feel safe and lucky bound by our desires I watch the incense rise busy busy busy thoughts busy buzzing clear the space toss them out watch them flyContinue reading “Invitation to Peace”
Category Archives: poems
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”
this is…
this is my hoodwhere concrete meets the skyneon lights twinklehumanity in your faceborn here, loved here, die here I was born in East L.A., Boyle Heights, CA USA in the Japanese American Hospital, May 15, 1948. Racists in America often refused to care or treat Japanese Americans, so we built our own hospital in BoyleContinue reading “this is…”
“meaning”
If…. IF I don’t write my life down none of it makes sense Originally published in Ribbons an American tanka Journal.
Inside ~ Meditation #13
there is a wounded child in us the way out is in
above the earth
afraid of heightsI love to fly in my dreamsfar awayabove the eartheverything is clear Genie Nakano
Nike
black catdeparts on a breezeshe left behindscenes from another life forest of tall trees Nike Bodhi dogsits next to Nike cathe licks her facepaws at her bed, moansshe is passing each day weakershe can hardly walk or standdeath never getsany easierno matter how hard I try her tiny bodyrelaxed into my armsnot a whimpernot aContinue reading “Nike”
Hey there
You there, take this gloom away the sky is supposed to be blue, not grey a dismal disappointing day the social-distancing party cancelled the host is sick her stomach hurts then next, the tearful news my veterinarian can’t fix Toto anymore You there, heal my dog Toto he’s been my friend for seventeen years heContinue reading “Hey there”
meditation #11 until
I have arrivedin the here and nowI am freeuntil….the kids come home.
Meditation#10
a yoginiblossoms in the nightunbound by the clarity of daynightblooming jasmine
Genie Nakano 