My divine feminine diamond side rises
Its essence scribed on the finest paper
No statements amass the amount of magic concentrated
Like eyes dilated; beautiful dark
Look into them and see my heart
My shadow; a dancing silouete.
My reflection, the essence projects…
A happy soul, entranced in the beauty of life
Perfection; the universal precise.
-Nina
In this world, nothing is as dear to someone as his or her own life, so there is no greater crime than taking life away, and no conditioned virtue brings greater merit than the act of saving beings and ransoming their lives.
𑁋Chatral Rinpoche, The Benefits of Saving Lives
Straight to the coffee machine like a fiend.
And then to WordPress to make it a habit.
4:30 am. Time to rise. Yesterday was good, can today be better? Let’s make it happen. I remember my dreams… I was drunk and hopping freight trains and got detained by the police. Then all of a sudden Taylor was there. I miss her. Anyways I’m up. Kind of. Half asleep. LOFI HIP HOP TO STUDY AND RELAX TO is playing. Just opened the window to let the cool breeze in. Ahh… Refreshing. Starting to wake up now. Maybe.
I wonder if WordPress is dead. I havent really had any comments since I started it up again… Nevertheless I like building this site a lot. No matter what. I need to find more content other than my writing… Things that… Things that are beautiful…. Even if they in mud. No mud? No lotus.
Exersize is another important daily regiment that must be added alongside WordPress. Mind BODY and soul must be taken care of. I have the tools… I have the discipline. Time to use it.
Anyways carry on. Lalalalaaaaa
It’s 3 am on March 6th and I have no problems getting up. I feel rested and my watch says I got about 8 hours sleep. Today I have a phone appointment with my housing worker and I have to work on my taxes to get a return. Yesterday I added a new weapon to my collection and it feels dangerous to hold; all new weapons do… Right now I sit and vape drinking vanilla ice coffee, optimistic about the day ahead. I want to play on my switch this morning because theres probably no one awake to talk to at such an ungodly hour, yet these are sometimes my favorite hours; hours of spirituality.
From my window the nights sky looks like a blank black canvas… a big one haha. Which reminds me that these words are like the stars in the sky; cosmic. I’m starting to really get back in the groove of using wordpress. However I still have to get used to it and a lot of the features I used to use I no longer know how; I look back at all of the other posts over the past decade and they fascinate me. I want to continue building this page, to me it has grown into something very special. From the quotes, to the street art, to the love poetry. It was once a memory but if I explore this site I can relive every moment any time I want.
Cheers to blogging
Nina
Let me get a taste of passion; The fruit of life
I want to begin again where the memories were born.
When the moonlit sky danced on the ocean
And city lights twinkled along the shores.
Our adventures had no start or end
Meandering through wilderness and concrete
We would devour elixirs that fired neurons
And you would dance in the green grass as the sun rose.
Our sacred spot on the river; during hot summer days
Like kids we just wanted to play.
I can’t think of the words to say; wish they didnt take you away
Without you around; its so hard to escape.
I miss you J Bird.
Spring has come early; birds chirp in delight
Warm light flows into my apartment from the morning east
Time has come to plant flowers and trees on my patio
I love the changing seasons; making life anew
The blue skies can be a welcome change in my city in the rainforest
Darkness to bright; changing the moods of the everyday passerbys
Making them say Good Morning with a smile
A warm breeze that makes the trees dance
And as flowers start to bloom
I am happy with spring and life anew.
The city is silent on a saturday morning. 4 am
All the light in the highrises… Off… The world in slumber
Yet I have come alive, into this magic place
This place where creation waits to be born
Half asleep, I sip black coffee and vape
Today can be such a wonderful day.
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