loves to be held…

there’s not much love in me todayi don’t know whyuntil I hold my little dog Bodhia funny little fella16 pounds found at the pound15 years agoHe loves to be heldHe loves to be kissedHe must be part humanHe brings the dog part of me that forgivesunconditionally. Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi byContinue reading “loves to be held…”

Below the Surface

The turtle that swam to the shore, takes me on his back, to the bottom of the sea… my father is there, my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play our hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulpingContinue reading “Below the Surface”

Pointing to the Moon

Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”

Kwan Yin in my Garden

Kwan Yin doesn’t want to hear my problems any more draped in silence her lips in samadhi smile now it’s time to pack my wisdom and travel light Genie Nakano, 5/1/22

a Healing~~tanka

the fragrance of freshly mowed grass summer in winter a backyard barefoot walk healing with each step I tell myself tomorrow will be good today a present in the mail, from me to me spring green on silk chiffon my doctors gone for two whole weeks I must call my own powers harness the sunContinue reading “a Healing~~tanka”