If…. IF I don’t write my life down none of it makes sense Originally published in Ribbons an American tanka Journal.
Category Archives: poems
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
Turning blue
Patience is the antidote to anger…counting my breath…as I turn blue.
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
Babbling Falls~~meditation #8
detergent bubblesbabbling in a brook chattering mind Genie Nakano The falls are in Sri Lanka way up high where the best Ceylon Tea is grown.
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