Meditation my organic medicine
Soshite (Complete)
I am writing because the blog lost the last five stanzas--sorry... Soshite Cold outside fingers cramp and freeze my age is showing like a fallen slip so... slap on the blush gloss the lips piggy bank more time I'm not ready for elderhood my heart is still a child my body is merely disobedient so... I will wear a hoodie of youth keep red riding hood Riding insecurities keep me young my mind is always changing indecision keeps me growing I like it that way which way do I turn Right Left I'm not sure So... let's keep going straight ahead follow the coyotes walking in the middle of our streets now we've banked time yellow lights turn to green uncross your fingers uncross your legs the clock is ticking to our pulse breathe inhale-exhale squeeze the stale air out backbend and open your heart So... forward bend balance go out of your head savasana on your feet open the window shades look see listen next moment tell me more 12/19/19 Photo: Genie Nakano a Mural in El Segundo, artist ?
Gentle Yoga #4 Our Hands-Healing Mudras
A short Haibun below the video–“Guardian” which explains how these mudras worked to heal my Rheumatoid arthritis.
Gentle Yoga exercises and Mudras “Mohiniattam” for hands. Keep your hands supple, soft and strong.
In 2012, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid arthritis. My hands were starting to be deformed. This is part of a haibun I wrote. I had a dream that told me to use these mudras to heal my RA. Here is a excerpt of the haibun:
The Guardians…..
Suddenly this week–11 years after his passing–my father is visiting my dreams. He doesn’t answer my question about afterlife. But in his usual black beret, he takes me to a house with a massive front yard–acres big. It needs watering–and together we decide it needs more trees.
Haiku…
Dad says in my dream
your therapy
The next day I see acupuncturist #6 for the pain in my fingers. Looks like Rheumatoid Arthritis. I go home, sleep for 16 hour and dream.
I dream about my Mohiniattam dance teacher. She is sitting on a lotus doing the 24 “Mudras” of Mohiniatam. Dad walks into the “after party” with my cousin. The look happy, glowing and laughing as they walk. He looks at me and smiles.
The next day I go over the mudras neglected for years–yet my fingers remember.
my hands and fingers
open to mudras
memorized by heart
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I did the mudras everyday and my hands healed. And as you can see they look normal.
Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at Spillwords.com
Spillwords.com presents: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, for whom writing tanka is her passion, joy, therapy and confession.
Source: Spotlight On Writers – Genie Nakano, interview at Spillwords.com
Wise-Dome
I'm here on this great American holiday-- Easter Buddhist-- tho I am so didn't make a ham made bread and Passion Fruit jam didn't mean to rhyme just came out in time to be silly and nonsensical in this era of pandemonium tell me-- will I be able to look back laugh this day away who is to say yet, I am here watching robie robot do his dirty work picking up the dog hairs and morsels on the floor my virtual theatre class starts at four 9 smiling actors waiting to be discovered now hiding undercover in a state of doom but here we act in this room maybe tomorrow I will get cast if this elder is lucky to last Oh yes, I've been thinking this way reading all the stats it's us elders who are cursed I was looking forward to my time sitting upon a throne of wise-dome do I have to worry my heart beats strong but my lungs have been abused Newports, Salems, and Golden Kents marijuana up in smoke does that mean I'm dead Only time will tell ya better do my yoga Genie Nakano at 2:40 PM, Easter Sunday, April 12, (I'm a flower child through -- born May, 1948 "make love not war--PEACE)
Happy Today
Roses from my Garden….Planted during Quarentine and they are Blooming.
Namaste
Namaste revised . . . April 8, 2020
A Rose Named Peace~~a tanka
Your fragrance
spirits me away
where am I going
what am I doing
Peace….
a tanka by Genie Nakano
All I Can Do
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
Meditation #6 “Organics”
Genie Nakano 