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Guiding light. – Nina

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Sedative poetry for meditating

Allow its resignating

In your psyche’

Designed effects: deep breaths n closing eyelids

It’s you and I

Mellow your senses, light candles or incences

Again; return to the breath and remain centred

Clear your mind, it’s only your breath

Vision a bright light, now concentrate on its depth

Breathing like calming ocean tides

These spoken rhymes a guide

To relax or open minds

Sending you to your to splendor

Which is… whatever you desire.

 

Nina

 

Buddhism and The Dharma: Right Effort

And what is Right Effort? There is the case where one generates desire, endeavors, activates persistence, upholds and exerts one’s intent for the sake of the non-arising of unwholesome, unskillful …

Source: Right Effort

Journey. – Nina

Life is like a sort of journey

But I have no fixed plans on arrival

No control I depart into unknown

Encircled aura of protection surroundings me

Unafraid, unscathed casting rays of light

Travelling in music and in the subconscious flight

In reality; departing norm and taking many forms

Crossing bridges and borders, water space and time

Luminous calm and ease, feeling the breeze

Feeling the earths magnetic pull and vibrations

Every step takes me “that” much closer

Every moment in each moment leading me to a single moment

Hold it…

A point in time similar to a Destiny

But It’s my own recipe

Law of attractions; I’m creating reactions

Now what’s next for me?

 

 

Teacup. A zen story.

Ikkyu, the Zen master, was very clever even as a boy. His teacher had a precious teacup, a rare antique. Ikkyu happened to break this cup and was greatly perplexed. Hearing the footsteps of his teacher, he held the pieces of the cup behind him. When the master appeared, Ikkyu asked: “Why do people have to die?”

“This is natural,” explained the older man. “Everything has to die and has just so long to live.”

Ikkyu, producing the shattered cup, added: “It was time for your cup to die.”

In my cell… – Nina

The door closes behind me*

6 x 6 walls

with a Plastic Bed

Steel toilet

For some…

This is the last stop

Souls pass through here often

Cold and lonesome

Time is a killer

Daunting me

Then I remembered…

Freedom isn’t “Out There,”.

It’s “In here.”…

My spirit rising

Lifting

No one can see my smile

Nobody knows that I closed my eyes

Left this place

The cell is quiet…

Dead

But not me.

I’m Free

And “You” can be free

anytime.

Anytime…

 

-Nina