The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
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Category Archives: Art
Train Graffitiez; Featured Artist: Akira
Return to Samsara
The Yin and Yang; A short poem. Graffiti Artist: Unknown
I’ll take the good with the bad
Still representin’ with the depression
No stressin’
Still manifestin’ what is destined!
-Nina
A meditation poem.
Each breath is a blessing, Resting your mind
Calming you and guiding you with ease
Every moment is taken with awareness of all sensations
Let the daily tasks of life become ones meditation
Always aware and returning to a breath of peace
If hungry? Eat. If tired? Sleep. Simplify life
For example… What possessions do we truly need?
To question is zen… To question is mindfulness
Ask yourself why one would cling to worldly possessions
But let not a possession cloud ones mind either
Return to your breath upon every reflection
To let go of ones worldly attachments will end the suffering
With everything being impermanent, why attach?
Choosing to move on with mindfulness and peace
Think of others and what you may have to offer them for their needs
A childhood saying… Do unto others what you wish done unto you
And after that thought, we return to the breath once again…
In… and out…
Focusing on the breath, let your thoughts come and go,
Do not dwell on them
Let the thought go…
In… and out…
Aboriginal Art #Toronto
I thought it said “Welcome”. A month earlier I had driven by, and this mural graced a parking lot. I finally had time to go back and capture this massive and fabulous mural. When I got there, it was about to break ground to become a high rise. I thought 2 things. 1- The mural […]
Aboriginal Art
There is no try
There is no who, what, where and why.
Theres an emptiness
There is no eye… “I”
There is no me, yours and mine.
What exactly IS devine?
Have empathy and compassion
Only an empty hand can grasp this.
Untitled Recital. – Nina
I dont know what to fucking write; type out zen pages
Anime gay topless asians.
Well that was a weird flex but okay….
Sew an eyeball on your sunny day
Catch a fade with a grenade launcher filled with razor blades
I dont aim just pull the pin
Put my life out on a limb all for you; all in to win
Cause lifes a gamble I trample lifes obstacles
Through space; Im auronotical
Star gazing in the mirror; sober faded jumping off the roof
Im so… freshly dipped I drip like a chocolate covered cone
No… set to trip for; I do bad on my own
Im just a poetic nuissance
Im so reclusive; cant find me
Somebody remind me why I do this…
-Nina
Touch – Nina
Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here
Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken
To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror
Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic
I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds
Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd
But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I
Supernatural signed off as I fly by.
So high I touch the skyline.
Oclock.
Time for discipline; a change
Instead of playing games I script the page
Singing a different tune’
Some people call it moves
But I am the stillness
I will create the sountrack to my own life
Devices construct the cord; as I move “still” toward
Forgiveness is distilled
As unchanged as the fact that only change is real
But Im compounding the elements as we speak
Dance to sing my song diversely n the weight of the world hurts my knees
What is anxiety?
It is the future I hold inside of me
Fuck all the varieties of anxiety supplying me with doubt
I can conquer anything with or without
Its just a stillness and the realness of now.
-Nina
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