Photograph by Genie Nakano: ” My Gohansa” My Meditation Altar To my meditation friends. This is the Loving Kindness chant we say before and after meditation. Metta keeps us happy, peaceful, free from suffering, harm, safe, loving and kind. May I be well Happy peaceful and Free from suffering May no harm come to meContinue reading “Loving Kindness Meditation”
Category Archives: tanka
Thrive
Somewhere in the land of enchantment heroines live, thrive… Kamala Harris Genie Nakano, August 21, 2020
Prayer
I was much younger then little confidence yet, lots of determination no choice but to fly Genie Nakano, 8/20
Caravan
caravan rideacross the Thar desert sandsI pretendwe are gypsiespartners in passion
Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate
Once upon a time I considered living in a monastery. Temple life seemed so much more peaceful than worldly living. However, Theravada Buddhism monks must be celibate. I wondered why but never talked about it with the monks. So this is my fantasy poem for all my monk friends who live a life of celibacy.Continue reading “Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate”
River dreams…
Flowing down a river of dreamscool soothing mistsmy berry lipsdarkened by the sunwelcome the unknown Genie Nakano, August 15, 2020
Growth
golden bamboo waving in a summer breeze grows a foot a month a teenage boy in love Genie Nakano, July 15, 2020
Beyond Human Senses
I am an ancient personI believein the presence of the pastin our present livesNarayan Kaudinya(a fellow blogger on WordPress) Thousands of years agothe Buddha saidwe have 6 senses…sightsmelltouchhearingmind Imaginea world beyondhuman senseswhat isthe _______th Sense. Genie Nakano, Agust, 2020 Photos by Genie Nakano. Angor Wat, Cambodia and Sunrise in Thar Desert, India
Mean to Me
feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”
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”
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