Kwan Yin doesn’t want to hear my problems any more draped in silence her lips in samadhi smile now it’s time to pack my wisdom and travel light Genie Nakano, 5/1/22
up stone stairways my knees don’t want to climb so many steps slow and steady I pause to breathe in the view a procession of elephants walking Genie Nakano, April 7, 2022
Photo by Genie Nakano, 2017 unpack your wisdom travel light genie nakano, 5.18.21
Travel to a foreign land backpacks only whisper in empty rooms spoon to keep warm Genie Nakano
We travelto a foreign landbackpacks onlyspoon to keep warmwhisper in empty rooms shake the bed’til the walls spin aroundand cookie crumbs falloff the bedinto our hungry mouths surreal dreamsturn real as clocks meltfrom Dali’s treestime turnsinto timelessness our breath heats the air a tropical breeze blows in from the south fragrant with plumeria aurora borealisContinue reading “Sur-Reality”
caravan rideacross the Thar desert sandsI pretendwe are gypsiespartners in passion
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.Continue reading “Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate”
Womenover 70 should wear redbells on their anklesflowers in their hairwe are just beginning GEnie Nakano, August 28, 2021 Photo was taken by Rosie Sato. The event was for JCI. I danced and read my poetry and was accompanied by Joey on Sanshin, Gary Yano Bass and Congas. Those were the dance, 2016.