Take a chance and live your dreams.
Every moment counts.
Against all odds fight for the reason to live.
Run through the darkness till the sunrise.
If the world can’t handle you just hold your head high.
You are the judge and jury of your own life.
An artist striving for something; in this fleeting moment of escape.
A vacation from the norm and to revitalize the spirit, seeing yourself and everything around you in a new light.
So go, run through the darkness to see a new light.
Just go.
Nina Yin
These demons haunt me, they set up appointments with my soul once a month. Can we do brunch? Hungry lust to see you suffer that much.
Dream train to sublime bliss in nirvana
with euphoric melodies echoing at the station
While fesh rain hitting the hot concrete smell fills the air;
a Journey to the new world; I can imagine
Standing on my tippy toes atop mount Everest,
laughing with the Gods.
Nina Yin
“Write, write something”. She said. Staring at the screen with a blank stare. But wait a second, this is emptiness in form, it’s non-conceptual. Of value or of nothingness but, it is writing…. so…. “your going somewhere right?”.
Write, write something”. She said again to herself getting frustrated. She takes a deep breath and thinks of her lover lying in bed. Someone whos special to her and she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t love her.
“Write, write something”. She starts to smile while the hip hop blares in the background. Thinking of the markers in her bag and how she’s about to ride the train.
I want to write.
“Write, write something”.
To L.C.
NINA Yin.
In my search, for likeminded, a hastily search which I regret rushing through, I came across a monk but,more of a 21st century monk ( very outspoken ). Quite digital of a way to cross paths but yet very real, casually speaking at first but eventually ; Too real to handle while unsteady or unbalanced not admittedly so.
I told him “I am studying Buddhism.” Shortly after , He told me… “when you find the Buddha kill him,”
Baffled.
Questioning this quickly in my mind and Frightened was my initial reaction. Leaving the statement behind in haste; not looking back.
This was disturbing, a disturbing Koan in a form of statement, and as to why he told me took me months to understand what I thought was to be very dark.
Months passed,I had been cold, homeless, in and out of sanity, In love and in war with myself and others.But eventually I found a home; a place to study. January 1st 2016
A light was tossed into this deep catacomb of the statement, I am so blind! I concentrated on my breath and within seconds fell to sleep peacefully. But, what is important is that I don’t understand / didn’t understand and will never fully understand. “When you find the Buddha, kill him.”
Nina Yin
Zen
The warriors way
Color blind with this rubis cube…. Blind color rubis cube cause I’m Dyslexic, shit I best exit left eccentric: peacocking on a see-saw with a cowboy hat “yeeeee-ha!”.
Poet and ya know it. On a silly tip. My tongue slips.
Nina Yin
Be blessed today: With courage to overcome and knowledge to build this day up as something to remember. That you’re day has the essence of love and smiling comfort surrounding you “peace” , and to feel creative and experience fresh new outlooks and ideas. Believe in yourself, believe in your dreams and fantasies. Explore your inner self, your Devine self and the meaning of why you are here.
-Nina
I hope that who’s reading this; unto them be blessed today:
With courage to overcome and knowledge to build this day up as something to remember
That you’re day has the essence of love and smiling comfort surrounds you
To feel creative and experience fresh new outlooks and ideas
I want you to believe in yourself, believe in your dreams and fantasies
Explore your inner self, your Devine self and the meaning of why you are here
I want you to trust the universe and to know:
Everything is going to be okay.
My eyes glimmer with reflections of the street lights passing by and my eyeshadow flashes green. The cold air makes me lick my pouty red lips. I’m ghostly in the winter; like a geisha. You can tell I’m deep in thought. And you wonder what I’m thinking about….
To LC
Love Nina
The pen slowly glides along the paper, it completes the secular void of lines. It creates the books inner dreams and inhibitions. It defines the purpose and life of the creator.
My journal: my harness of inner energy and means of self justification. I use it to control my past, present and future; it acts as a portal to my hopes dreams and fantasies.
Even to me I am unclear of whom I am and what I will become, so it’s important to create:
The Blueprint***
Nina Yin Vestergaard
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