I love nightfall.
Through double windows slight sunlight well-illuminates the somber room, with fumes that smell soothing to the mind, hoping for a guide to take me through another spiritual loop.

The music keeps me mindful and inspired. This is where I am tranquil with my being.
everyone else around me thinks I’m in a bad spot cause’ I stopped going to group, I was sick of the ladies who sit up straight and pull off their glasses when I have to tell them my dad’s deceased.
This only increased the tension in the room, now I am uncomfortable...lets
not even talk about it anymore.

they all say the same things, ask the same questions - don’t need another session of venting to a person I see twice a week.
I’ve found some techniques to help me live my days happily. I struggle to survive throughout the darkest paths on my journey through life.
Gandhi said that “You must be the change you wish to see in the world”

I’m just a teenager, but I’m still a believer that life can be something absolutely divine. I recline on my bed, strive to keep my eyes open wide. I’m trying to keep my dreams of better living alive. Look outside, to see a Maine Chickadee making its way to the feeder.

Can’t help but reminisce about the fact that my dad ******* loved birds.
Its something he found extraordinary, simply captivating
he loved the freedom they had, the beauty of each detailed feather
thus activating his true happiness and love for live.

The buddha says “When you come upon a path that brings benefit and happiness to all, follow this course as the moon journeys through the stars”
I hope he’s taking a journey through the constellations, flying part mars
exploring the wonders of the galaxy
taking an expedition without the repetition of constant pain

His happiness brought satisfaction to everyone else around him.
The time we spent together flew by so fast, I couldn’t even grasp for air
choking, scared to face what the next day would bring.
I still cling to the idea that this is all a nightmare
with the desire to wake up any moment now.

time is blazing by with a blink of the eye
junior high feels like yesterday, college feels like tomorrow
I need to stop living in the past, and fearing for the future
sooner or later I’ve got to concentrate on the present
this moment as I breath, I am alive

I still feel at a lost though, I can’t even drive yet
stuck in the drive-way waiting for my mom to take me to karate
A founder of a form of karate integrated zen into this teachings, but my preaching of living starts with buddhism really,
I want to be mindful and aware of my thoughts and actions.

Karma decides the rest of our being,
and the only person who can control karma is ourselves
We are the result of what we were; we will be the result of what we are
In the ethical realm Karma is the law of cause and effect.
Which is the basis of what I believe, cause’ its all about how we perceive things.

I still lay on my bed enjoying the evening light beaming off the white walls , watch out the window as the snow falls upon the earth
It’s slowly getting darker
The suns not visible, like a criminal in camouflage keeping out of sight

The look of snow floating onto the pine trees with such ease
gives me a sense of peace
I am alive, I am in the moment
this moment of complete pleasure and happiness
just like my dad when he saw those birds flying free.

Now’s he has got his own set of wings,
and a master key to the universe.