“To the mind that is still; the universe surrenders.”
To the mind that is still, the universe surrenders.
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Zen Stories : The Gift of Insults
There once lived a great warrior. Though quite old, he still was able to defeat any challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and many students gathered to study under him. One day an infamous young warrior arrived at the village. He was determined to be the first man to defeat the great master. Along with his strength, he had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would strike with merciless force and lightning speed. No one had ever lasted with him in a match beyond the first move. Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly accepted the young warrior’s challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young warrior began to hurl insults at the old master. He… |
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Taoist Mystic by Nina Yin
There was nothing, became everything, words devastating.
The tongue is far sharp-er sword. Bit-er sweet words
They ink jot and plot on pages
Captivating your mind, your captive in this ancient
Way. Since pyramids you peer-amidst scripture
The script will surely fit-the-picture
Graffiti-esque hieroglyphs; of time
In rhyme-form or devine-chords
Forever and ever and ever… trying to define more
Writers n biters, stolen ideas are the highest potential in-sequential
Prior to this something there was a comforting nothing
Simplistic-mystic-blissful-infinitely-intimate
Nothing.
Zen Poetry: The trouble is. – 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…
Nina Yin reads her Buddhist love poetry. Slam poetry.
They say that a lotus flower can only bloom in the mud and peace can only be found in poverty
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
Zen Stories: Treasure House
Open Your Own Treasure House
Daiju visited the master Baso in China. Baso asked: “What do you seek?”
“Enlightenment,” replied Daiju.
“You have your own treasure house. Why do you search outside?” Baso asked.
Daiju inquired: “Where is my treasure house?”
Baso answered: “What you are asking is your treasure house.”
Daiju was enlightened! Ever after he urged his friends: “Open your own treasure house and use those treasures.”
Each step, only once. – Nina poetry reading.
There is only oneness
Photo post by @astroloupicus.
Source: There is only oneness
Abstract Raven – A Nina Original
Need to work on art
Art is so important
All forms in my life
Yin/Yang
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Source: Yin/Yang
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