Meditation#7 Humbling Down

Revised, retitled, re-improved–Genie Nakano.

Genie Nakano

Photo: Genie Nakano, 5/6/20

once
I watched an ant
crawling
the mountains bottom
it started to run
half its legs on the ground
in an alternating tripod gait
with quantum steps
my eyes followed
mind took me to the summit
there I wanted to be
but wind
blew me away
down the other side

breathing in      breathing out
I follow my breath
on a lavender path
where I can see
below above and around

breathing in     breathing out
ants are tickling my feet
carrying morsels
flowers and thyme
I can hear their feet
as I hear them say
"we bring food to the colony
an afterthought party will follow"
am I invited
"yes, if you help out"
so, I follow them
back to the bottom
the sugar is in my pocket

I've humbled down
knowing the other side
breathing in     breathing out
breathing in     breathing out
Genie Nakano

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Pandemic Fantasy, 2020

Edited and improved. March when the quarantine started seems so long ago. So much has happened…

Genie Nakano

Photo: Genie Nakano, Pai, Thailand, about , 2013

        I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly.  So I decided to leave the world. I made a deal with my dreams. The deal was–pick one of my dreams and I could be there.

I chose the misted magical forest with a small stream running through it. This dream was special because it had a marvelous scent. Though my dreams are always in color most are not gifted with fragrance — this one was. As soon as I got there–I knew I made the right choice. I was in bliss the moment I opened my eyes.

There weren’t any people around so this made…

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Murasaki

I am reblogging–adding a bit more. I do this on my blog–post something and edit later. Sometimes I write thing and as soon as I finish–I post. Later I improve–“edit”.

Genie Nakano

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a wise woman
in Norwich, England once said
"When we are old and careless"
inside my bones clattered
for a moment I was free.

cold bones
luke warm blood
wrists 
of a sparrow
no wings.

my left hip
clicks in a silver joint
unstable yet balanced
titanium tensile strength
decrees to out last me.

something of beauty 
yet not beautiful
an old woman
who knows herself
the one I want to be.
Genie Nakanooriginally published in "Storyteller", 2014, self published, also Published in Atlas Poetica a tanka journal, circa 2000. 

I changed the title for my blog because I saw this photo of dew on purple leaves. Purple is my favorite color "Murasaki" means purple in Nihongo.

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Underwater… Meditation

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Recreating
my past in my mind
oopps…
underwater illusions
coming up for air

Genie Nakano
Sept. 13, 2020, Sunday 9:15 AM

Murasaki

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a wise woman
in Norwich, England once said
"When we are old and careless"
inside my bones clattered
for a moment I was free.

cold bones
luke warm blood
wrists 
of a sparrow
no wings.

my left hip
clicks in a silver joint
unstable yet balanced
titanium tensile strength
decrees to out last me.

something of beauty 
yet not beautiful
an old woman
who knows herself
the one I want to be.
Genie Nakano
originally published in "Storyteller", 2014, self published, also Published in Atlas Poetica a tanka journal, circa 2000. 

I changed the title for my blog because I saw this photo of dew on purple leaves. Purple is my favorite color "Murasaki" means purple in Nihongo.
originally the title was "Holy Bones". I think Murasaki is much better don't you??

A Retired Dancer

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A ballet dancer
looks at herself in the mirror
everyday
as a matter of fact
a check on reality

a retired
ballet dancer--facts change
is that really me
in the mirror
the front or the back

bring out 
the bike
the scales
take a walk
retard--the old bastard of time

some say 
lucky to be alive at our age
and furthermore--
never want to be 
twenty again

I sit here
chin rests upon my hand
in thinker pose
wondering--a fair trade
wisdom for youth??
Genie Nakano
originally published in Atlas Poetica, editor M. Kei: number 13 Autumn 2012

Breath Meditation

                        Photography by  Genie Nakano, somewhere in Iceland
Past and present
merge into my life
future is imagined
what is reality
breathe  in    breathe out
Genie Nakano, Sunday  Sept. 6, 2020

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