Namaste revised . . . April 8, 2020
spirits me away
where am I going
what am I doing
a tanka by Genie Nakano
This poem was written by my friend Aya Yuhki. She is currently the editor of "Tanka International", in Tokyo, Japan. All I can do softly when the winds caress the door of fate, I will open it for you. a bare tree stands with silver branches stretched to the utmost, I will gaze at the clouds with you. at waters' edge a reed stands almost broken by winds, I will be brown together with you. for the sake of hungry birds, in this winter brought by the cold waves of global warming, I put a feeder in my garden. once born, with one hundred percentage certainty Death comes; we will share the time on the earth. to accept you, to stand by you, to give a little, to share the time on the earth, this is all I can do. Aya Yuhki
close your eyes
explore the internal
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 life easier — only me. I walked around and thought about people. What I liked about them and also what I didn’t like. It started to become a comedy reel — seeing all our blunders in one big laugh. Well that didn’t last long. Very quickly, the tears started falling. I couldn’t figure out why there are so many killings, wars, poverty, and suffering. And then this pandemic that was killing more and more people everyday. The plumber told me it was God’s will. But is god that cruel? I wanted to say–Buddha wouldn’t do that. But I didn’t think of that until he left. Then my neighbor chimed in and said the pandemic was the Democrats fault. A cold wind started blowing hard — a good excuse to go inside, close the door and leave the world.
It was twilight time and I started to miss people. So in this world of bliss, I decided to leave and return to L. A. Because of my age, I’m quarantined. But I think I’ll make life. I’m breathing pretty regularly. After all, I like humanity–people scurrying around doing things I don’t understand. I want to keep my heart in meditation mode–wide open. So in ten more breaths — I surrender.
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I am here–home.
Genie Nakano, March, 2020
Every time my lover Goes out the door I wonder Will he come back Safe and sound, with corona going around Conscience says... Don't worry See the woman walking her dog outside Join her in her walk Your dogs are bored and listless See the crow hopping on the tree before a backdrop of blue sky and cotton candy clouds And you, Fearless yoga teacher Canceled all classes did you not? Now you know-- That's not the way to be. Conscience, listen to me-- I feel I'm doing my part The White House, said to do this. Conscience says... But girl you're not white When did you go with the sheep? Please, I don't know if I'm right But I'm doing my part in practicing "social distancing" Give me a week to think this over Yesterday dancing in the street Next day, Our family restaurant shut down Into a surreal world Where vampires sweep the grocery stores String beans strewn on the floors All the shelves scraped clean "Three minutes to closing time", I keep hearing But don't you close at 12 PM and it's only 9 PM Don't you know, we need to eat? I hear in the air, through the lines, and in lines We have a chance to make a better world One that values life Perhaps the teeter totter of our lives Makes life more precious I love my husband lover, like there is no tomorrow Yet, only yesterday I was hollering-- Empty the trash, get organized. So conscience, I'm heading for an open nursery to find roses to plant in the Spring I hope I'm not too late But first, I'll take the dogs for a walk Genie Nakano, March 17, 2020
Everyday I meditate the same way like sitting on a rabbits foot I feel lucky
Photo:Genie Nakano, Kyoto, Japan 2018, "A Mall"
I wrote this before I knew the severity of the Corona Virus. Sadly I was mistaken. I was ashamed of what I wrote and trashed it. I just took it out of trash. If only this is just a bad dream and we'll all wake up. "I'm a dreamer and probably will be one forever." Here in L.A. it's a cold grey day but I'm warming up inside change is about to happen let's make this a happening the virus is here it's been here since the Spanish flu a pandemic in 1918 and now it's number 19 I read about it so it must be true I'm eating well I promise to stay healthy until death do I part teaching Yoga and Zumba classes and congregating in groups people are what keep us strong they can't take that away from us humans we left caves long ago I'm no doctor yet this I know-- we must wash our hands from fear keep on washing, keep on washing I know-- prayer meditation and love creates more serotonin and serotonin more immunities so, keep the love bug working Love is contagious so spread love everywhere from your heart in your thoughts, in your actions let love fly, anyway you can om, shanti, shanti om, Genie Nakano ,3/10/20
"I know that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." John Lennon