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Love, Poetry

Nina Yin / goodnightnina reads her Buddhist love poetry. Slam poetry reading. Lotus in the mud.

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That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering

They say that what goes around comes around, the karma; my dharma

They say that to take a journey as to meditate can be a key to enlightenment and that my worldly desires can only be a burden I carry along with me

They also say love is a burden but, after  I am in love and that is something I will forever carry

I belong to an infinite universebong among the endless stars. So I bow my head to the way

I send out my positive energy to my mother earth of which is my home; and like the stars; my energy is infinite

My dreams are constantly speaking with me, possibly even more so when my mind is clear; because they say…

That whoms mind is clear

Unto them

The Universe Surrenders

-Nina

My Poetry, Poetry

The stars – Nina

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The blue stars.

She would “talk” to the stars

She would dance with nature and sing with the birds

The crows in particular, making her smile

Her best friend was the raven or worst enemy…

Her imagination was extravagant

The date of earth wasn’t reality

Time nor place replaced by visions

In drum circles with the village

She would sing of the life and it’s rhythm

Eventually she talked with the stars

Her hopes and her dreams and the natural mystic

It took decades as the speed of light was not fast enough

But the stars replied

With the wisdom she seeked; the life she wanted to live;

Impossibility is laughable now

The truth

Was closer and close enough to touch and feel

Tantalising reality of the sacred unity with her stars

The stars are out tonight

looking down

Or looking up

As we live our lives, they speak.

It takes time

but what is time?

I could write this forever in time.

Thanking the stars.

For their love.

 

Love Nina

My Poetry, Poetry

I think back…as a delicate soul. – Nina

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Fascinated with danger.

Delicate flower

I was a hood rat, now that I think back

My hoods had nose candy weed and chop shops, crack rocks.

Hot blocks with S.W.A.T. teams when the shots would pop off…

I hadn’t realized this life would hurt

Hurt my soul

You better bury that body son, a typical conversation

Pitbulls in the culdasac, machetes underneath the pillowcases

I’m too delicate. I’m leaving the wastelands.

 

 

Nina

 

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Pain and a seed of joy. – Nina

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Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman

Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened

I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping

and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.

My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment

I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance

But I know my happiness is dormant

A seed…

Awaiting me to blossom again

From the bottom back to the top of my game

Pain?

We’re probably supposed to have it,

Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static

I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic

This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine

I’m going to be high rolling again

Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining

Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off

FAR beyond.

This.

 

Nina