September 10, 2022
Letting things be as they are
not as I think they should be: this for me
is freedom. Accepting
what is just
as it is without
judgement or the need
to control or
even to change
any one
thing
is…?
You tell me. (In the comments below)
–NZainš¦
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September 4, 2022
If you could see yourself
as I doāfor isnāt this why
we need one anotherāto shine in
each otherās light? In your
presence I am
all myself smilingāat you. Smiling
back at you; reflecting what
is already seen. If you could see
how I
look at you
then you would see yourself
as I do.
–NZain
May 15, 2022
Continued from I Thought to Write of Bloodshed and War…
Tell of the many hundred years
My grandparents stood tall in the forests
On the mountain sides breathing life for all and
Giving their livesāso that I could live.
Their stories I hold close in the treasure chest of my heart. Precious memories must be remembered and told often in times of war.ā
āGo on.ā said the pen, āTell us more.ā
Where to begin?
My ancestorsā end is my beginning so here will I start:
…and at each turn where once upon a time monsters stood guardānow only dust and flowers remained.
The end.
Thank you for stopping by to say hello!
With love and gratitude,
Ā©ļøNZain š
April 14, 2022
I thought to write of bloodshed and war, but
The paper stared in blank defiance at the pen poised en garde in my left hand.
And then, said the paper to the pen,
āNot a single drop will you spill this day on my sacred ground.ā
The pen, utterly confused not knowing quite how to respond looked up at me for some sort of reassurance. I however, in complete amazement at the courage of a single piece of paper to resist atrocities of words–simply lay the pen down.
After a long retreated silence; the paper, pen and I began peace talks.
āWhat would you have me write, dear paper?ā
And the single piece of paper, with a fresh blush of encouragement, looked up at us both, āWrite of my ancestorsāthe treesāand the water which formed and shaped me.
Tell of the many hundred years
My grandparents stood tall in the forests
On the mountain sides breathing life for all and
Giving their livesāso that I could live.
Their stories I hold close in the treasure chest of my heart. Precious memories must be remembered and told often in times of war.ā
āGo on.ā said the pen, āTell us more.ā
To be continued…
With love and gratitude,
Ā©ļøNZain
March 6, 2022
Glory to Ukraine!
Peace peace eternal peace! ššš¤šā¤ļø
Love cannot be contained…
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With love and gratitude,
Ninaššš
February 13, 2022
“Hey!
That’s…the…spot…”
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February 4, 2022
There was a scratching at her heart;
A twinge in her belly.
She couldnāt place her finger on it.
It was just a knowing that something…something or someone
(It didnāt seem to matter anymore what) would happen…as it does.
As it does. And this
Was enough
To settle her fears into a gentle softening–
Just like the soft glow around the light of a candle gently flickering.
It was enough to allow her gaze
To go beyond the darkness across the horizon and
Into the realm of luminous beauty unknown
Before this previous moment.
That was past.
This moment however, is
Ever present and ever expanding into a future moment which arrives…as it does.
And this is enough.
With love and gratitude,
NZAIN š
Hi friends! Wishing you all a very happy and healthy new beginnings. I have not been around much lately as I am up to my eyeballs in anatomy studies and massage therapy…and I love it! So I may not comment much, but I still read your posts when I can and I love them too! Always I am inspired by each one of you and I am grateful for our connection here on WP. Take care and be well. š
January 8, 2022
With love and gratitude,
Ā©ļøNZainš
January 1, 2022
When the unexpected but hoped for thing happened (and quite out of the blue)
And when it became clear that All would be well despite appearances to the contraryā
She decided it was a good time to stop feeling bad and instead light a little light in her heart. And so she chose. Always, it was her choice.
But who alone can carry on without some Hope and reassuring words of Perseverance?
Ignoring the cruel remarks of those who so desperately wanted to keep company…she instead listened to the deep sighs of her own breath exhaling and the gentle sound of her heart beating in time with the rhythm of life.
āBittersweet Life! Oh what a trickster you are! I canāt help but laugh at your absurd jokes!ā
And when she looked around and saw the sorry state she was in, covered in muck, she thought, “How would it be to grow as a Lotus flower?ā
No sooner did the thought arise, she felt a tingling sensation in her limbs, urging her not to push against, but to pull up with all her strength and determination.
Up and out.
Her legs reaching past the point of breakingāshe would not fall down. Not this time. She would not let pain and discomfort bribe her back into the pit. She would not let their guilty cries distract her from realizing her one true nature.
Joy. Freedom. Love.
She let out a powerful scream, āI AM WORTHY!ā And then, with a final exhale, exhausted she softly lay her head down in the cool green grass beside a clear flowing spring, resting her body and soul deeply in Godās peace she discovered she knew…
What is it she discovered? Share your thoughts in the comments!
With love and gratitude,
Ā©ļø NZain š
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