“Misty rain on Mount Lu,
and waves surging in Che-chiang.
When you have not yet been there,
many a regret surely you have;
but once there and heading homeward,
how matter-of-fact everything looks!
Misty rain on Mount Lu,
and waves surging in Che-chiang.”
—- Su Tung-P’o
That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering
They say that what goes around comes around, the karma; my dharma
They say that to take a journey as to meditate can be a key to enlightenment and that my worldly desires can only be a burden I carry along with me
They also say love is a burden but, after I am in love and that is something I will forever carry
I belong to an infinite universebong among the endless stars. So I bow my head to the way
I send out my positive energy to my mother earth of which is my home; and like the stars; my energy is infinite
My dreams are constantly speaking with me, possibly even more so when my mind is clear; because they say…
That whoms mind is clear
Unto them
The Universe Surrenders
-Nina
am-i, making it up as i go… along? making up what? this? what you-are, saying? is that not what we always do? well… in a way. what way? if it is, it is. if it is, it also is-not. not al…
Source: What… Do you, Spake?
I was fine with the struggle but the trouble is…
“The struggle is,”.
Beautiful the struggle is…
But painful, the words mustering.
It’s said life is suffering.
I attempt to uproot But the trouble is; the suffering.
“Has deep roots “.
I must attempt to uncover this…
Where did all begin? I’m wondering…
The trouble is, wondering the suffering roots is;
“uncomforting…”.
Meditating on uncomforting subjectives, suffering and
All of a sudden I find nothingness*
Even the monk searches by searching “nothingness,”.
The trouble is…
I’m stronger than this moment, I own it.
Release the way, the soul is something solitude.
Technically untouchable.
Calming a storm with a simple breath.
Returning once again to this infinite moment.
GoodnightNina. 