I changed the title of this series....Having trouble with a title. If you have any suggestions for a title--please help.) In my dream, a firefly lights my way hummingbirds drip honey, ocean waves rise in sync with my breath the Amazon's pink dolphins mate with virgins another Mary is born our world turns upside down as the moon floats far away a parallel moon with an umbilical cord, connects us to another system transforms us into "annica" we digest air no need to eat, poop and waste we are here for the moment and the moment is here blink your eye and you are there shut your eyes to see where you are blink, close, behold and open before I fell asleep mother sang me fairy tales of a world full of magic that's why I believe in god Oct. 5, 2019 (Originally published in Rafu Shimpo an International Japanese Newspaper)
Spillwords.com presents: Mood Indigo, a tanka prose, written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA… known as the barrios of East L.A.
Counting my Breath what can you say about the sun, moon, stars while sky holds them up do they have a choice looking out my window figures walk their dogs some run some trot some stop to smell the roses I planted on the curb I watch them sniff then off they go please spread their sweetness everywhere and come back again I'm waiting for my transformation when I love everyone and everything-- "all sentient beings" tomorrow will come in less than 24 hours the sun will shine the moon will rise sky has no judgements perhaps a critical mass is due but let's leave the people out of this equation patience is the antidote to anger I'm counting my breath as I turn blue April 23, 2019 Originally published in Rafu Shimpo Japanese Newspaper
"Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace " Robert J. Sawyer
Spillwords.com presents: Shamelessly, written by Genie Nakano – I was born in Boyle Heights, CA… known as the barrios of East L.A.
At night our little black dog snuggles between us lies on his back and snores loudly snip, brush, snip around his furry face Bodhi loves it all tilts his head way back crooning to the moon Bodhisattva means, Buddha in training...' they say all good dogs go to heaven I hope to meet him there Originally published in "Colorful Lives", 2016
Akiko is my favorite tanka poet. Her tanka were bold, sensuous and controversial. Here is my tanka in honor of Akiko and below it are examples of her tanka from the book "Tangled Hair." They were chosen randomly. The book is excellent and has 165 of her tanka, notes and her biography. Akiko wrote 50 tanka a day I wonder if she smoked and drank red wine 26 Softly I pushed open That door We call a mystery, These full breasts Held in both my hands 32 After my bath At the hot spring, These clothes As rough to my skin As the world 46 In love And frail as the stem Of this summer flower-- Yet will I bloom Deep red under a dazzling sun! 107 Inside the coffin Of my beautiful Friend, The flowers A riot of colors
We share the same breath inhale exhale this floating world