Open your eyes
The sky carries
Aloft the breeze
Us and we;
Bound to the infinite starscape
Natural infinity
For you and I to give birth
To the reborn Sun
Over and over again
The clarity cascades
Eliminate corruption and pain
“Peace”.
It evaporates the evil upon the earth
We’re on that verge of eclipse
Close your eyes and imagine
Our Rebirth.
-Nina
“Today is your day
To do with as you will
You can take it wherever you want it to go”
Nina
I will be separated from my closest friends; others will enjoy the wealth I accumulated in my miserliness; even this body that I hold so dear will be left behind, and my consciousness will wander w…
Source: Futility
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
“With our thoughts we make the world”.-Buddha
“if my poem 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
I was fine with the struggle but the trouble is…
“The struggle is,”.
Beautiful the struggle is…
But painful, the words mustering.
It’s said life is suffering.
I attempt to uproot But the trouble is; the suffering.
“Has deep roots “.
I must attempt to uncover this…
Where did all begin? I’m wondering…
The trouble is, wondering the suffering roots is;
“uncomforting…”.
Meditating on uncomforting subjectives, suffering and
All of a sudden I find nothingness*
Even the monk searches by searching “nothingness,”.
The trouble is…
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