The sun will be rising soon,
it is black
Sounds of rain.
Out of subconscious.
I am awakened.
The sun will be rising soon,
it is black
Sounds of rain.
Out of subconscious.
I am awakened.



In Chinese Buddhism, Guan Yin is synonymous with the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, the pinnacle of mercy, compassion, kindness and love.
(Bodhisattva- being of bodhi or enlightenment, one who has earned to leave the world of suffering and is destined to become a Buddha, but has forgone the bliss of nirvana with a vow to save all children of god.
Avalojkitesvara (Sanskrit: अवलोकितेश्वर): The word ‘avalokita’ means “seeing or gazing down” and ‘Êvara’ means “lord” in Sanskrit).
Guan Yin, 观音, or Avalokiteśvara is one of the most popular and well known female goddess in Asia and probably in the world. Guan Yin is the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion in Mahayana Buddhism.
By the Song dynasty, Guan Yin evolved into a female bodhisattva in white robes that we see today. The male Guan Yin continues to be depicted albeit less frequently. The bodhisattva’s gender is unproblematic to devotees as Guan Yin will manifest in any form to reach out or to help suffering beings.
The bodhisatva introduced into China via the Silk Road and initially, Guan Yin was presented in male form. As Buddhism became localized in China, Guan Yin was sinicised and subsequently transformed into Chinese female form.
Many names were used ; Guan Shi Yin, hearer of all sufferings, was a more popular version. When the second Tang Emperor Li Shi Min, ascended the throne, Guan Shi Yin was “renamed” as Guan Yin due to the Chinese custom of avoiding characters similar to an emperor’s name; Shi in this case.

Guan Yin is also manifested as the multiple or the most common thousand arm Guan Yin, a symbol of her aspiration to reach out to any being in any form to help them.
She appears in the Book of Lie Zi as a Taoist sage, but it is unclear if this refers to the Kuan Yin later venerated as a bodhisattva.
In China, it is said that fishermen used to pray to her to ensure safe voyages. The titles ‘Kuan Yin of the Southern Ocean’ and ‘Kuan Yin (of/on) the Island’ stem from this tradition.
Another story, possibly Taoist in origin, describes Kuan Yin as the daughter of a cruel father who wanted her to marry a wealthy but uncaring man. She begged to be able to enter a temple and become a nun instead. Her father allowed her to work in the temple, but asked the monks to give her very hard chores in order to discourage her.
The monks forced Kuan Yin to work all day and all night, while others slept, in order to finish her work. However, she was such a good person that the animals living around the temple began to help her with her chores. Her father, seeing this, became so frustrated that he attempted to burn down the temple. Kuan Yin put out the fire with her bare hands and suffered no burns. Now struck with fear, her father ordered her to be put to death. After she died she was made into a goddess for all of her kindness and began her journey to heaven. She was about to cross over into heaven when she heard a cry of suffering back on earth. She asked to be sent back and vowed to stay until all suffering had ended.

The Way…
There is certainly nothing more important in life than what we do at the present moment. A person’s entire life consists of nothing more than one moment piled on top of another, over and over again. Once enlightened to this, the warrior has nothing else to worry about, because he realizes that he has only to live in the present moment with the utmost intensity.
It was about 10 o’clock. Hot summer night
Easy to spot their flimsy flashing lights
The cops parked on my block to come n lock me up
They should’ve locked the truck
Somebody swooped in and took their shotgun: upped
Computer too
Ha…
I was long gone with my pitbull
Just another day as Nina, my life was never dismal
Last month the cells were blissful
A meditative miracle
Art crimes
Devout mind
Nope, I’m no criminal
-Nina
All that television got em Fucked Up.
Society super superficial; Meanwhile… Cruiser missiles hitting impoverished Fallujah village
Mankind rape and pillage; Distasteful images… is what the image is…
I wish we’d all take a warrior stance but according to stats: most of our warriors are employed in cash
Oil money, mine money it’s all just thug and blood money
Drug money from the war on terror, God Damn, this smells funny
Cut the trees down to feed more cattle. Pretty soon we can’t breathe; and all the air flammable
The Immaculate race to destroy our own habitat … A slap in the face to mother earth, and no I’m not having that
Planet of plastic, castration of our world’s future.
Capitalize with capital eyes telling y’all the capital lies!
Palm oil, bomb deployments and American marines on all soil. It’s getting hot in the kitchen I tell ya’ we all boil.
I spit these bars naturally, happily.
We need to be natural, balancing.
Factual and Practicing
What we preach.
They keys to humanity’s salvaging.
Nina
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.” -Zen Story |

“Today is your day
To do with as you will
You can take it wherever you want it to go”
Nina

“if my poems could push past poetry”
If my poems could push past poetry…
Instead : an interstellar traveling vast opening
Then I’d have wide eyes / surprised I defined: time
Defined I…
Imagine an imagination with an application for mass creation
Would it be God? Naw…
Non applicable. Sub supersonic dubbed myracle
Left the spherical earthly worldly ways / my words create worlds lyrical
So where am I at in my meditations?
I’m gone, I left long ago and left this replacement.
“A poem.”
By Nina
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