To rise… is to be; here in the moment of now. In the dim morning light; the world breathes consciousness into me. I am here now waiting for nothing; preparing for nothing. I expect nothing. Nothing comes and nothing goes and I breathe in and and out. The day may bring what the day may bring and that’s okay too. To face this day without judgement. Neither good nor bad. Perhaps that is my way to peace today. Allowing the entirety of today. To come. To go.
Awaken in the silence
Buddha science
Hot coffee hits the lips
There is no moment but this
Appreciated
Peaceful aint it?
Remember. Calm is always possible in the storm. Sometimes it is the most peaceful.
Sometimes I forget the calm is my storm. That I was born to flourish in mayhem. Similair to the lotus, similair to the mud. Even in this time I rise. Above the earth; eyes gazing across the land. With a clear view and no obstruction. All is the absolute truth behind it all. The jewel in the lotus. I become one with that truth. In the emptiness, nothingness. Peace. Bliss. Calm in my storm.
We have been seeing death and dark… and light and life… Crossing to and fro… Amidst the chaos I am clear as calm water. Or the infinite sky.
-Nina
“Misty rain on Mount Lu,
and waves surging in Che-chiang.
When you have not yet been there,
many a regret surely you have;
but once there and heading homeward,
how matter-of-fact everything looks!
Misty rain on Mount Lu,
and waves surging in Che-chiang.”
—- Su Tung-P’o
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