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

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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

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.

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 .

Morning Galphabet Szoup

Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.

Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.

I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.

Empress

My dreams are intertwined

Magic and realistic

The writing can touch the devine

Brush stokes on cosmic canvas

I paint; deviate from the norm

My imagination like wolves runs wild

I’m never confined; defined

I’m an empress in my own place in time

Freights

Trains are a subconscious obsession

I ride them nightly in my dreams

It is symbolic by all means to me yet

I do not know what it means

Freight trains that loop around a city in my mind

What is this obsession?

Graffiti and train yards

My love for art and adventure

In real time I hear the trains in my neighborhood

Passing through, choo choo

All I dream about is trains

Running the city in a loop.