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“Is there anything I can do to make myself Enlightened?” — Zen Flash

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Student: “Is there anything I can do to make myself Enlightened?” Teacher: “As little as you can do to make the sun rise in the morning.” Student: “Then what use are the spiritual exercises you prescribe?” Teacher: “To make sure you are not asleep when the sun begins to rise.” ~Anthony de Mello Source: Tao […]

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goodnightnina's avatarGoodnightNina.

Practicing what we preach: out of reach; searching for peace but I think this is a unique piece:

In the midst of a middle riddle; I fiddle on the electronicals with supersonic speed atomical precision decision making heart racing; facing myself is always hardest; trying to depart it: impossible my clause interconnecting and hopping obstacles.

Questioning everything and returning to my breath; nothingness its so comforting but than again: back to reality of tragedy; calamity the causes of suffering: uttering threats into my inner soul; so powerful it can be picked up by Interpol.

Its funny how quick I switch from enlightened n lit to a frightened little bitch; I need to hitch a ride back to the relaxed fact that everything is in fact fine and intact or is it? Here I go again in slow motion repent everything I ever did.

Wait… everything happens for a reason and…

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Mushroom Sunrise

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I know you’ve heard the chattering whispers

Cracking forest

And seen the shifting cascading shadows

We can’t sleep amidst the sifting slithers

We are here now and…

I know you’ve seen the trees breathing in the woods

And watched the lightworks glow and dance

When you’re breathing so deeply; eyes enchanced

Enhanced; it all dances

Beautiful and dark, dark and beautiful

Musical notes introduced with this dose

Theres no pretending in this truth

Mind bending obtuse

Coming so close to the central nervous

But don’t be, NO ;

Nervous; another deep breath

Laugh and tease death

It is these quests, that make us alive

Make us feel blessed

In awe is our eyes

As the sun begins to rise

 

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Trans Pride: A Higher Cause (Poetry) – Nina

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goodnightnina's avatarGoodnightNina.

I am…

The Type of writer who lites fires with typewriters.

Trans pride; n its a quite higher:

cause.

Despite my minor flaws I write because.

I’m…

Inspired by role models and not cold bottles.

No more sorrow.

I’m trans and…

Trans transgender pride; my gender why?

In splendor I; am utterly myself.

Selfishly no; selfless by being oneself with.

All that I can and possibly will.

If I didn’t; I’d probably be ill.

Although it really needs no commentary.

On the contrary I still see a bigots daily

I’m doing fine but I can imagine somewhere out there…

Someone is terrified of being themselves

I see this clearly.

Now a common occurring; non obscuring event.

I present myself to the world plus my 2 cents.

Have a conscience; discriminatory nonsense.

Happiness lays around the corner for many.

Plenty if we; could set an example and

Simply be free.

Nina

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