KeyStylePoetry.

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Poems I aint know em by heart; throw em out my heart stone em with art totem on top; rob thoughts ocean n your not knowing I rock loaded with locks broken on top dropping a notch up from your jots potent as rock boulders on blocks with glocks loaded.

My rhyme therapy clarity; my despair repairs; airing me out sparing me; darkness a spark; sharing these arts; restarts daring deeds; x marking the spot; Im not readily; to be deadly but to my enemies lock loaded and let it be; Known I drop recipes.

Nina

Masterpiece and Spontaneity. A Zen Story.

Masterpiece and Spontaneity

A master calligrapher was writing some characters onto a piece of paper. One of his especially perceptive students was watching him. When the calligrapher was finished, he asked for the student’s opinion – who immediately told him that it wasn’t any good. The master tried again, but the student criticized the work again.

Over and over, the calligrapher carefully redrew the same characters, and each time the student rejected it. Finally, when the student had turned his attention away to something else and wasn’t watching, the master seized the opportunity to quickly dash off the characters. “There! How’s that?,” he asked the student. The student turned to look. “THAT…. is a masterpiece!” he exclaimed.

Meanings: “Originality is what makes each of us a masterpiece. Don’t stick to the same old way of doing things.”

“Stop thinking and just do what’s natural for you, instead of what’s expected. Some of our best work is done when we least expect it.”

“You can’t perform perfectly under the watch of critical eyes. When you don’t force perfection, it happens by itself, spontaneously. Great things happen when you least suspect it.”

“Whenever you watch over someone you make them self-conscious and uncreative. It’s like trying to teach a child. If you let them alone they will usually figure it out themselves and it will be great.” – See

Source: Masterpiece and Spontaneity. A zen story.

The Burden; A Zen Story

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Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk across because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.

In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, “Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?”

The elder monk answered “yes, brother”.

Then the younger monk asks again, “but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the roadside ?”

The elder monk smiled at him and told him ” I left her on the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her.”

 

-Unknown

Letter to myself.

Everyday is another chance to try this all again

Please be focussed Nina

Not all is lost; all is to gain from this pain

It is very true that the lotus can only bloom from the mud

Let your mind be free from this; you can always be free

Anytime you want; but you must learn

Lust not for anything but good health,

Honesty and love and wisdom

This is a letter to you sweet Nina

To take care of yourself and take care of this life

Heart beats like drums and breathes a breath of pure life

Carry on with your blazing torch

I promise you a better tomorrow.

 

Love,

Yourself

 

-Nina