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About me, Buddhism, My Poetry, Poetry

Remind myself

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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

Activism, My Poetry, Poetry

The World We Dwell

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We live and dwell draped in a veil

Blinded and wondering where does the truth lie

Distraction tactics on the masses pushing plastic from the jurassic

The world is going up in smoke; we better have a classic coke

A sad joke

And jokes aside what comes to mind

Is what the world needs to entail

Coming together and peace prevail

Common sense! Dear rulers; no more bombs descent

No more small arms for men

First world, third world theres no difference

All individuals deserve a decent world to live

But I’ll say again, we are veiled and distracted

Sheeps masked and maybe I was designed to be tasked with this

Who knows, but I need to find a loop hole; to move

Growth

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

Freedom found

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Freedom at the tips of my finger; I write on whim

I just write, write a bit till its done, its fin

Days can be strange but I find peace in all

Freedom in all; Even inside of these walls

Freedom in the traffic in the concrete jungle

On the bus or on my bike I am moving undone now

Undone is the release peace of mind I can find

At any place, at any day, at anytime

My Poetry, Poetry

Morning reflection

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I am so far from perfect; so many flaws

The things I’ve done leave some in awe

Done people dirty; making me feel unworthy

I’m trying to change; letting them know I am sorry

But I am not broken; I am full of love

Blessed by something; maybe from up above

I have an ego but I try to always choose compassion

Sometimes myself… just does not matter…

So as I fret on my actions… Karma law of attraction

I have to keep walking… This path with my traction

Walking along; this path we call life

Today can be different; today can be right.

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

Morning writing exersize.

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I rise again. Digi pen WordPress finesse.

I’m tired so I chug iced beans supreme.

Im op tea mystic; why is this?

Sunrise please come find me.

I’m at the edge of the world where its time time begins.

I’m ahead of the clocks like the solstice.

Being alive in itself is a protest.

The wind blowing but I’m walking against the grain.

Maintaining and somehow staying sane.

Buddhism, My Poetry, Poetry

Morning Zendo

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Contentment comfortably is the greatest luxury.

A mansion is not needed to rest your eyes.

Keep clean where you abide.

I am rich in spirit; In my lines you hear it.

Health is wealth; so build the self.

But do not attach to life; as we are all sent death.

Use your home as a Zendo of peace.

Everything you have is everything that you need.

Illusions of riches soon we lose with attrition.

Meditation on the dharma; the life has been given.

I am no teacher; so I’ll just have a seat.

Loving the poetry; in my Zendo retreat.