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Misty Rain on Mt. Lu – Su Tung-P’o
“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
Zen Samurai -Poetry of war. By Nina Yin
Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily, once ones body and mind are at peace; they should imagine being ripped apart by arrows, swords, and spears.
Being thrown off thousand foot cliffs, dying of disease, or commuting seppuku at the deaths of one’s master.
One should consider themselves as dead..
-Hagakure
Why should I be afraid to face anything, death….
Here and now I stand strong as myrtle trees. In depth in the substance of the way.
Although tyrant treachery stands to my face clutching weapons; I have nothing to hide nor fear… with weapons of my own.
Do not attest to who and what I am before I eclipse your mind into the nothingness in which we came from.
You cannot acclimate to this level of which you I fear not; devil in the midst, you make me laugh as I draw my sword.
Like an olden tax collector in Roman times you harass the poor and underprivileged. You disgrace the city we worked so hard to rise.
I didn’t know it was tax collection day….
I cut you down at dawn and watch the sunrise twinkle in your pool of blood, wiping my blade on your Babylonian uniform.
Bowing unto your rotting flesh.
-Nina
Nina Shade ( Nina Yin) Goodnightnina – Dreams / Every Night (Slam poetry over J Dilla)
Lyrics:
Dreams….
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing rivers and streams, painting graffiti on infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so my vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to and explore. I’m getting good, in fact I’m better than Peter pan. Taking off is tricky but I always land.
My dreams have music so I wake up singing with love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of.
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Californi and Dubai put together. My subconscious really got her shit together.
I have nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been into horror flicks since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black in my bed on a trip LSD couldn’t bring to light.
I get to live past futures; in surreal movements, clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
-Nina
Dreams.
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing rivers and streams, painting graffiti on infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so my vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to and explore. I’m getting good, in fact I’m better than Peter pan. Taking off is tricky but I always land.
My dreams have music so I wake up singing with love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of.
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Californi and Dubai put together. My subconscious really got her shit together.
I have nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been into horror flicks since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black in my bed on a trip LSD couldn’t bring to light.
I get to live past futures; in surreal movements, clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
-Nina
Positivity.
It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters”
Searching – Nina
She was the emotional type, Unsure if she’ intro or extroverted.
She didn’t know if she wanted to volunteer or do crime ;at times it’s worth it.
She didn’t know if the world is real, standing still, if she’d grown up ,or was still just a kid.
She didn’t know if she’s good or bad, happy or sad and she REALLY never knew all the things that she had.
It’s because she didn’t know that she continued to grow.
Searching for answers.
That she never would know.
Nina
Each step, only once. – Nina poetry reading.
Run Free. – Nina Yin Poetry Reading (goodnightnina)
Zen, Tao, Chan
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
The master doesn’t seek fulfillment.
Not seeking, not expecting,
she is present, and can welcome all things.
Tao Te Ching, 15
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