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.
Om Mani Padme hum~~Celebrate no Celibate
Standing on the steps of an ancient Cambodian temple a daydream starts to reel a thousand years tickle my toes as footsteps vibrate under my feet
The daydream takes me deep inside to hear Om mani padme hum the ancient Pali language
Sandalwood incense mixes with the fragrant Rumdul flowers rising to the heavens I am dizzy with this scent the gods in this temple love women I am blessed to be here bringing rice cakes dipped in honey, mangoes and ambrosia wine the day turns into night dreams continues on…
A rainbow moon rises in an indigo sky Om mani padmi hum three thousand years ago monks knew secrets of erotica
Everyone is blissful in this temple, the night goes on the love goes on Om mani padmi hum
To all my dear Theravada Venerable friends this is just a daydream Oh, why can’t this be real I am stuck in the land of Covid dreaming up a dream…
In 2003, I was the first Asian American to teach Bollywood at El Camino College, Torrance, California. Not many people outside of the Indian community knew what Bollywood was. But I convinced El Camino it would be a hit--and it was.
Here are my students dancing to Devdas, and performing a Mohiniattam folkdance.
https://youtu.be/mCR-rG7LNSY
Beautiful Earth and the whole Solar System by Kabir : videoe by Genie Nakano, August 2, 2020
Koen, my nephew, Elizabeth my niece and Kabir made these informational videos on Sunday. Kabir only 5 years old gave an incredible lecture on the solar system. He starts off nervous. but watch it in full he warms up at the end. Kid
Elizabeth age six gives a demonstration of Princess Makeup: Video by Genie Nakano, August 2, 2020
Koen shows easy steps to anime. Watch , learn and enjoy.
feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free.
Photo from Manny fight off the T.V.: by Genie Nakano
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"
they don't stop
impossible to be mean to a dog
better to yell at a husband
find a fault in him
hammer it to the ground
nail it in the coffin
start a fight
round 1, round 2, 3, 4
I won--you hate me
but I hate you more
I win
count--1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,=10
knock out
he's down on the floor
what a fight!!
let's get out of town
to the ocean edge
where water drowns
the edges
danger--
better just to
stand on the edge
Do I have to
I live with myself
it's the only life I own
my luck--just renting
waiting for doors to open
then take the elevator up
where Trevor Noah's theme is playing
stuck on stanza 1 and 2
I've got more complaints with no solutions
Be grateful I heard from somewhere
it went in one ear and managed to stay
I'll take another breath on that
and a sip of Scotch....
on an old elevator
dropping downwards
whoosh-- too fast
my stomach or heart
I wake up just in time
August 4, 2020, genie Nakano