the silence before the sun rises too soon daylight spreads when will covid end… Genie Nakano, December 19, 2020
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when…a tanka
the silence before the sun rises too soon daylight spreads will covid ever end Genie Nakano, Dec. 17th, 2020
Light and Air~~a tanka response
fear waits staccatomy sunken chest rises sharpthe clouded breath waftsaccosted by frigid airreaching through the cracked windowsoft bellyrises and fallseyes closedI pay attentionto my connectiontimeless traditionbreeding safely within kinunfettered I flymy permeable will flowsone with the hidden sensesan empathhypersensitive skininheritedyet I remain heresponge-like absorbingmy delicate touchraps upon the spectral shieldethereal lightsguide haunting journeys beyondparallel andContinue reading “Light and Air~~a tanka response”
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”
Sing to me…
My husband had a stroke in October. He has been in an out of hospital since then. Today, December 12–we are making progress.!!! Sing to me sweet bird of happiness so small in stature yet your song holds up the sky 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”
Civil War inside my head~~Tanka series
Civil War This headache won’t go away visualizing sunshine on my shoulders only brings rays of pain a civil war inside my head erupts is it they or is it I? take me up to “Pureland”* the land where Buddhas play all day in a golden bright story fairytaled with loving light I believe theContinue reading “Civil War inside my head~~Tanka series”
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White rice paper blinds hide outside world inside–home Genie Nakano, Nov.8, 2020
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”
“Umbrella”
The day I wrote this tanka October 14, 2020 my husband Hideki had a stroke. I finished meditating and was compelled to write it. I had no idea he was out in the world and was having a stroke. Hideki, drove himself van to emergency hospital and stayed for 4 days. He is out ofContinue reading ““Umbrella””
