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The interconnected manifest – Nina Yin
The abstract thoughts relevant to concrete form; everything is connected making the magic very real Submerged in self awareness yet profoundly connected in imaginative design and inclinations creat…
Tucked — Haiku out of africa
I tuck our moments – in the pocket of my heart – safely stowed away © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
If Your Compassion Does Not Include Yourself, It Is Incomplete – Buddha — The Seeds 4 Life
In life, there will be times of failure, and times of regret. Times of frustration, and times of worry. Moments of insecurity and inadequacy plague even the most confident among us. We will all experience some level of self-doubt and self-criticism, and this is what makes the practice of self-compassion so vitally important. Today, rather…
via If Your Compassion Does Not Include Yourself, It Is Incomplete – Buddha — The Seeds 4 Life
Love letter.
I love you
You’re priceless
Priceless as the stars in the sky
Priceless is the glimmer in your eyes
I love you like the sun loves the moon
Love you as the flowers bloom
As I write this poem to you
I always wait patiently
But You can never come too soon.
XV / V| / XV
Resting my eyes
but,
Nurons firing…
Why can not this angel sleep?
Climbing out of the dark
Tantalized eyes with the glowing lightworks
I was kissed awake
Luminous*
But now
Where to go from here?
I take her hand and just go…
Its all I can do
An innocent laughter fills the sky, lavender waterfalls
Resting in the heavens
Eternally.
WANG YUE… — sanpiano
Far Too Precious – Nina
Instead of worry about
The luxurious
Desires of woman or man
I want to reflect on pure
Essence of simplicity
You are far too precious
As so is the world
Take a deep breath for me
And know you are loved.
Goodnightnina
She told me good night. “I love you”.
Click*
Closing my eyes I ask the universe to take me away
The day is long and I’d like to go now
Wrapping myself in my clouds
Imagining where I am going
Because every time I go to rest; closing my eyes
I am always sent to a new world
Where my father can walk again and I go cliff diving with him
Or I can paint trains in the serene darkness
The world is mapped out; familiar but not so familiar
Subconscious playgrounds
They are so dark and ominous
Or bright.
Luminous.
Light.
Nina
Nina Yin / GoodnightNina reads her Buddhist love poetry.
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