Tag Archives: Zen

On your mark, get set… Do you! *

February 27, 2016 goodnightnina Leave a comment

A balanced life has a rhythym. But we live in a time, and in a culture, that encourages everyone to just move faster. I’m learning that if I don’t take the time to tune in to my own more deliberate pace, I end up moving to someone else’s, the speed of events around me setting a tempo that leaves me feeling scattered and out of touch with myself. I know now that I can’t write fast; that words, my own thoughts and ideas, come to the surface slowly and in silence. A close relationship with myself requires slowness. . .

A thoughtful life is not rushed.

— Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir

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Source: Saturday Morning

About me, My Poetry, Stories

Tea . A Zen Story; rewritten by – Nina

February 27, 2016 goodnightnina 1 Comment

A Buddhist monk who studied and meditated on the teachings of Buddha for over a decade wanted to speak with an enlightened one who dwelled alone in a small temple high in the mountains. He prepared for his journey eager to hear his teaching. After 7 days of rigorous hiking he reached the temple.

The master greeted him and welcomed him inside. The master put some tea on to boil and they sat in silence. The monk became very eager and unsettled in not hearing his teaching. The master poured the tea and sat with the monk. The monk didn’t drink his tea and began questioning his master of Buddha.

The master replied.. “You have studied Buddhism for 20 years and can not simply enjoy this cup of tea?” The monk wept…. as another step to enlightenment lay under his feet….

Nina Yin

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Source: Tea . A Zen Story; rewritten by Nina Vestergaard.

Buddhism, Poetry, Zen

Taoist Mystic by Nina Yin

February 27, 2016 goodnightnina 7 Comments

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.

Art, Graffiti, Hip Hop, Love, Photography, Poetry

Flowers in the City – My current art project.

February 25, 2016 goodnightnina 3 Comments

These are all stickers. “Slaps” I bought them from the dollar store, people find graffiti to symbolize violence but I’d like to present my works to the streets, “Flowers in the City”.