There is no try

There is no who, what, where and why.

Theres an emptiness

There is no eye… “I”

There is no me, yours and mine.

What exactly IS devine?

Have empathy and compassion

Only an empty hand can grasp this.

Samsara or nirvana

The Buddhist tibetan prayer flags on the top of mountain in Daocheng, Sichuan Province, Tibet of China.

I dream of the promise land; where peace abides

Mountains streamline across the sky

Prayer flags cross the trails on my path to freedom

I am given help along my jouney

Compassion for all the sentient beings on earth

This is my path and it was always meant for me

Rebirth; Samsara

Or a heavenly Nirvana

Buddha poem

Eyes transfixed on Buddha

I chant in Sanskrit

Return to center and emit a white light

Transmit across the atlas

Slow my breathing

Completely enveloped in my practice

Place the candles lit

Offerings for the path I follow

Bowing to them; I’m very thankful

For yesterday, today, tommorow

Close my eyes and listen

My karmatic conditions

Meditating a vision

Peace, love and forgiveness

Now; did I inherit

My past lifes merit

I feel blessed; until my death

I must share it

Thank you universe

Thank you for my buddha nature

Thank you for food and shelter

Thank you for now;

Thank you for later.

-Nina

Therapies in rhyme

Therapies in rhyme

Soon i will arise a year of sober eyes

Many tears i cried my brother overdosed i ask why

Im the one survived, perhaps i

Carry the torch, the earth scorches

I breathe deeply emptiness of emotions

Read the dhamma build my karma

Love life like the kamma sutra

I position munitions menouver

Vancouver my throne home for the millennia

Deaths wreek havoc on my familia

Meth, crack, down and alcohol

We all drowned sorrows so i build

For a better tomorrow

My auras ever change cause impermanence

This is the only permanent

I observe the shifts

Heres a tip

Cherish the single moment

And envision it as bliss

Nina

Buddha sunrise

This is another day to be happy

No matter the yesterdays and tomorrows

Meditating away sorrows

There isnt a second of this second to borrow

I embrace; breathe peacefully transcendent

Counting my blessings

Addressing the necessary lessons

I have chosen a new path

Walk with me because to me this is clear as glass

Fasten your seatbelts life is fast

Never knowing how long youll last

Remove the masks evil and self doubt

Life is like a prison , but im with ya

Let me

Help you out

A prayer ….

Walking this path I count my steps

Carefully count my breaths

Walking straight and mindful

Vowing to bring fourth kindness

Drawing another breath I focuss

The simple motions

Eliminating negative emotions

Om nami padme hum

Loving living lotus compassion

Grant me the needed wisdom to encapsul

So i may bring joy while my steps

Carefully counting every breath

Morning rhymes

Thank the universe for I am born again

Electricly conduct positivity

For my breath breathes the white light

I am calm and at peace with my storm

Born again I thank the universe

I do not act drastic only compassion

Incredibly blessed; no stress

Buddha dhamma awaits; I’ll taste

The roots of ginsing in the morning

Reflect and cleanse any bad

Any sad I replace it as a lesson

And let myself grow; as I let it go

Pursuit of happiness; no grasping it; just be

I’m just me; sitting in the lotus

Meditating to infinity

Nina

Prayer

May peace spread across the globe

As simple as to eyes to see and hands to hold

May light illuminate the dark

Revealing truth and love within our hearts

May the sick be healed and blind can see

There is no pain; for you nor me

May the lost be found; in this crazy world

Rise up like the lotus

Help to cultivate the good.

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

Good morning

This is the rising sun; this is my awakening. Long gone are the stars moon and shooting stars. I am collecting myself to bring fourth this day. A day to reflect and be in the present. Always returning. To the center. To the breath.