Therapy rhyme form

Learned to control mindstateI wait for tides to subsideLike a sunrise it’s beautifulIt may be new to you but I’m mindfulBlessed daily from the giftWhenever Something AmisI return to bliss and thisPower of meditationThrough practice resignationMy heart rate slowsI centre myselfAlthough the future is unknownFar from my control I can control meDeep breaths slowlyUphold these waysPathways I must not go astrayAnother poemAnother day

Skeme rhymes I bleed.

Present moment I hold it cherish

Inherited blue eye apparent

Embellished with blessings

Finesse my pen dressings

Resting my weary eyes

Dream of bliss I’m in the sky

Dive into devide atomic

Flying never falling

Explode flipped mode

Artistic endeavors my calling

I write on the squalling walls

Balling my eyes out my brother falled

Past of alcohol pills cheap thrills

My sequel is refilled with abundance

Run amongst with hundreds

Thousands my sound is love

Come run with…

Zen pen blot jot

I see the words along the page

As eyes watch my words

Words describing themselves

I’m inscribing myself

On hyperweb

I’m hyperactivity

Depraved of my enlightenment

it’s
Captivity

Perhaps if my ego is forgiven me n no longer lives in me

More mindful kindness handfuls of love to remind us

Of compassion as we face life’s lashes

Nina

New… About me

Through my weary eyes, I type. It is 5 am as the sun begins to rise on my side of this planet. My wife lay asleep while candles flicker throughout the house. Traditional Japanese music softly plays from the television. I don’t know why I’m writing but I do it regardless.

It’s been a very long time since I have been blogging and a lot has changed. I’m married with a step son now. And I’m sober for the first time in my life. To be honest I’ve never felt better. I am on a path; this path is beautiful.

And as I write the sun continues to rise and the music continues to play and time is slipping away into next and the best thing I can do is simply view it.

I’ve always counted my blessings. Abundant. Thankful.

There’s too much beauty in this world to waste any time in my personal opinion. So I practice love. Through various ways and means. I’ve been working very hard to better myself for my self. It’s working as my self doubt is exhaled into nothingness. Leaving me with nothing but peace.

How . Haiku

How do they not see

The love and compassion

As the world crumbles

Born

I have been reborn over and over but… This time is different I’ve never been sober for this long; decades of relentless; alcohol dependence

The days are in the hundreds; gather abundance; knowledge. Confront my fears try to be humble and acknowledge.

Keep focus; meditation half lotus. Buddha quotes rewrote them post them. Try to be open.

Lessons learned; a great deal. I wait still. Time stands still. The virtue of patience.

As I await, awake here.

I am

I am peace

A bringer of peace

Love and serenity

A higher purpose but serve no god

Earth and the stars are my mother

Allignment is my key

To unlock all the doors

Ringing in the new era

Movement

I want to keep going N I cannot stop and wait for change

I have momentum and I’ve been waiting days n months but I won’t wait years

At a ropes end and I may have to jump because I have no option

I adopted a life that I wanted to nourish and flourish but instead it’s stagnant

I don’t wish to devide to conquer I want unified pride and efforts and strive to be better

This planet is falling apart help me to fix mother earth n please help me to make this work

We have to be better for ourselves n the seeds that are underneath our wings

How can we expect them to fly if we don’t even try I’m looking at the depth of tomorrow trying to conquer my sorrow.

Take a step back and look. Now come and take ten steps ahead instead because we should dread this pace we are going.

It’s torture not knowing .