Tag Archives: Zen poetry

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

Oclock.

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Time for discipline; a change

Instead of playing games I script the page

Singing a different tune’

Some people call it moves

But I am the stillness

I will create the sountrack to my own life

Devices construct the cord; as I move “still” toward

Forgiveness is distilled

As unchanged as the fact that only change is real

But Im compounding the elements as we speak

Dance to sing my song diversely n the weight of the world hurts my knees

What is anxiety?

It is the future I hold inside of me

Fuck all the varieties of anxiety supplying me with doubt

I can conquer anything with or without

Its just a stillness and the realness of now.

-Nina

 

 

 

 

Meditating

 

trickster-19-makoto-meditating-pajamas-bloomers-calm-maybe_shes_asleep.jpgGaining some insight when meditation is in flight

Self subjection who is I; Reflections

I’m many interchanging atoms that rebuilds the self

Intertwined; its likes to rewind as well

Look to the future; obtuse obscured view

I’m in me and everything I see and hear is in me

In between the nuerons and in between the ears

All of my flaws and blessing and alternate settings

My lifes and dislikes that change daily; like memories fading

I am ever-changing

As I sit

Meditating.

-Nina

 

SIT!

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SOme TImes YOu MUst SImpLY APplY ASs TO CHaiR.

Words of the wise So Here I try.

A clever artistic endevour

For noteworthy pleasure

Rhymes twisting and turning burning a soul in your hole

Whole hearting speak non rhetorically

Many people supporting me whilst the others are aborting me

But I always find A gem in zen spend time n then

Ive found a way to mend

My torn pieces and of course the thesis; time is healing

As Im breathing…

Midnight.

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I awaken as the night sky pours on the concrete

Moonlight cascades the mountain ranges and trees

A quietness and stillness as the darkness explores

It is serene and void of the daylights abrubt

Here is where anything is possible and the unreal comes to life

The animalsĀ  no longer hide; roaming the terrain

The fox; wolf; racoons; coyotes; owls and bears

I feel as if a visitor in this time and place and I respect it

I respect its sacredness and its divine still

While streetlights flicker along the cascading streets

Not a sound and not a movement nor passing cars

All is still yet I know it is very much alive

When I awaken to the nights sky

 

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