Your soul is fire. I love it’s taste….
Longing embrace await patient in grace….
Eyes of baby blue ice in the arctic. I look inside and I see myself in you.
You carry an aura of beautiful stride and your laughter is my contagious medicine.
Together, inseparable tethered soft as a feather.
Delicate flower in the winds of this world, I want to keep you forever.
Nina
Getting a little used to writing about myself now…
I am a self taught and self proclaimed Zen Buddhist and I’m not sure how to explain that; but it is who I am and how I like to see myself. I see Buddhism in a way different from anything I’ve ever encountered and I like to instill that aspect in my work as a blogger as much as possible.
Being transgender isn’t a huge aspect of my blogging perhaps that’s a good thing, although I would really like to instill hope and inspiration to other trans readers. I look for other trans bloggers which has been cool but it would be nice to have more in my reader to be quite honest. I love everyone and even moreso for any oppressed population.
I love reading others poetry on my feed, sometimes seeing reflections of myself or something of great value: a learning experience. I seek out artists and writers, activists and poets, filmmakers and photographers…any art can inspire me so continue that list with your positive imagination. I wish the world was more artistic and less materialistic. I find a mass amount of it in society and we should all try to change this…
Nina*
Instilling Compassion
Once we cultivate radical, universal compassion in our hearts —the intense desire to reduce the suffering of other beings, human and non-human— we must discern at every moment how we can be most helpful: thinking positive thoughts, offering prayers, speaking helpful words, performing beneficial acts, dedicating merit, or even just remaining peaceful and doing absolutely nothing.
Tongue sharp as a sword/mighty switchblade ideology. Accordingly change/ Autumn leaves Socrates astrology autonomy.
Streets tell tales like warzones, torn homes,/ families with no hope instored most. I implore opening doors call me the host.
Pain, phame and egotism. Ace in the hole aim to kill / contradicting truth, it’s all fiction.
Smashing a Babylonian mold / sold back in many pieces, centuries to retrieve it. Eyes see demons no deceiving.
Chemical weaponry for my team, what I mean enlightening regime we dream Z’$ cream n peace.
Across water, borders, lawless / no control us behold us the lowest form of life is
all knowing…
I’m proud to present…. iHeart * The infamous Vancity street artist.
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Canadian Street Artist iHeart takes the streets of Vancouver and creates a series of stenciled street art compositions, which comment on the social media era and its effect on contemporary culture and its influence on children growing up in it.
The artist, whose work reminds one of Banksy, takes social criticism to the next level, by imagining young children as obsessed neurotic adults or confused rebels. New age symbols such as hashtags and instagram notifications, and witty phrases commenting on the social detachment of the 2015 individual, tell a very contemporary story; a story of young kids growing to be alienated, but technologically advanced, adults.
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Website: iHeart | Street Art
Source: iHeart-Street-Arts-Writing
Sunbathing on a beach; the sands of time.
Tick tock be the surging waves.
Perhaps I’ll bathe in the yesterdays of days to come.
Watching the ripples of time as I step into infinity.
Living my future in this present,
as the cool breeze runs through my ancient blonde hair.
Hour glass
And the sands of time.
Transgender Zen Story by Nina Yin
A sacred story of a Zen monk in ancient Japan; training under a samurai retainer Ninyin knew as the way; to make a decision in the space of seven breaths but couldn’t understand why he couldn’t get over a side to him; a side making him distracted from his training. To dash in head on was the way of the samurai; to dedicate ones body and mind to the way. Ancient Japan was an interesting place.
The Abbot sensed the distractions inside Ninyin One day the teacher instructed him to meditate in front of a mirror until he understood the purpose of this confliction within himself. Unsure of how his master sensed this he sat down in front of the mirror. On the first day he grew weary and applied powdered rouge when he was pale as not to look weak. On the second day his eyes began to open…
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 A Taoist story tells of an old man who accidentally fell into the river rapids leading to a high and dangerous waterfall.
Onlookers feared for his life. Miraculously, he came out alive and unharmed downstream at the bottom of the falls. People asked him how he managed to survive… “I accommodated myself to the water, not the water to me. Without thinking, I allowed myself to be shaped by it. Plunging into the swirl, I came out with the swirl. This is how I survived.”
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