Mothers and Womenย 

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To all the MOTHERS and WOMEN with a heart carved out of jewels, thank you for your lesson that gifts come from enduring pain, by this the world learns to see the roses over the thorns. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY QUEENS AND GODDESSES ๐ŸŒป๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ

-Nicola An

International Women’s Day

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#internationalwomensday

Woman, the #Universe bows before you; you are clothed with light, a body etched with luminaries-every scar, ever blemish,every deformity, every damage for a true queen isn’t a skin-deep perfection but a spiritual masterpiece best rising through recognized flaws.

Most of all, you are a warrior, do not plead the world on weak knees, let it lean against your armor, and tell yourself henceforth that you are capable of anything in life for you are the ultimate vessel of life!

-Infinitely,

Nicola An

New Year

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PEACE, for you to be free from all the fears and anxieties facing uncertainties and bigger dreams!

LOVE, for you to be healed and to heal everybody else to nurture the world constantly with pure happiness!

ABUNDANCE, for you to believe that you are capable of anything and to always see the coming of good things by always choosing to do good.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Never forget to be thankful ๐Ÿ˜Š 

Also remember,you are the vast, infinite universe ๐ŸŒŒ
-Nicola An

To Wander Without Feeling Lostย 

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Yesterday,I was overflowing with mirth being able to run some errands across the island without having the pain of fighting for a consent, been blessed to be working for a boss who also encourages capabilities not only as an employee but as an individual.

It was a spontaneous task but it was a grand idea I fully accepted. While traveling alone is almost a mundane routine to some, to me it was a rare opportunity; being the youngest sometimes feels strangling when trusting your growth to be independent lags behind, it is understood that parents can’t easily let go especially when you become the “last one left”-this teaches me to no longer resent.

But for whatever reason I made it yesterday, thank you for that one day, freedom isn’t wanting to run away at all, it is returning to existence, solitude is the only path to true consciousness, sometimes you just have to walk your own footsteps then you’ll be surprised ’cause only when you walk alone you can pay attention.

Never knew that it was possible to just wander without feeling lost, to exist without fears. Thank you,thank you,thank you!

-Infinitely,

Nicola An

Christmas Wish

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A #christmaswishlist : WORLD PEACE. Though you may say it’s a folly to wish for it and it’s a swollen righteousness of oneself to ask for it, I would still dare affirm that we can achieve it. Let’s not only talk about the ceasefire, the safety from mass killing and freedom from slavery, let’s look at our basic destructive ways of how we mostly live now which commence the torrent of violence and torture. We are oblivious, in denial as we subconsciously refuse to acknowledge our involvement in wars and ruins. The oneness of our existence despite the diversity aims to nurture the world;therefore, we connect in every aspect,every phase and every form. This is a wish for #worldpeace through the end of your resentments-our anger and collective defensiveness to generate #love and eliminate spite. Remember that you are an #energy, a contagious and influential force, be an #energy of peace! The #earth is a vulnerable thing, it yields to what you offer. 

Merry Christmas, have faith in your #light ๐ŸŒŒ ๐ŸŒŒ -Yours truly,Nicola An

The Universe at Heartbeat

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08/04/2016
One morning you just woke up to the face of your dream.
I honestly wanted to run this race a little longer thinking it still wasn’t the time yet but I realized maybe the running wasn’t to further but to escape. I know I have learned to fit the positive version of myself, I worked the best that I can on my life to gain it but there comes a time still when I become quite a pain on my own neck when I fail to fully grasp when there is something given to me to celebrate and later ache for having that constant feeling of being stuck at the bottom. Last night (Wednesday) was a gift of heaven to have an exclusive time just talking to my best(soul)friend sharing this news that I have received the copy, and I had to confess how hard it was to look for that spark in me to feel the right emotion, I was having blues I couldn’t understand, that’s when I was told that I’ve been indulging fears, said I always don’t give it all out reason why I don’t have it all in return. I had it once, when a great dream was standing right in front of me, it’s like I just gave a brief glimpse and walked away as if I didn’t struggle alone to reach it. Oh God as human, I am still in the process, and I am willing to restore confidence so HERE I AM, RAW AND BRAVE to give you the key and get inside my universe. The door is yours. I won’t miss another day of my life pretending it’s still okay not to bring you light and even if there might be a source of negativity around taking advantage of my vulnerability, I have to remind myself I am alive because I choose to follow my heart. Also, a dream is more worth the fight if it isn’t just the self in it but the Love you witness that you wish to speak to everybody’s heart to grant God’s incredible work of miracles and magic. I am not an aspiring praised writer here but just a mere child of the universe with infinite hopes to be an instrument of truth and love, and a soul wishing to FIND that RIGHT PLACE to send a message of gratitude.
It’s almost a year since I sat in one corner imagining to make this a reality : “The Universe at Heartbeat” by yours truly, Nicola An Poetry Book: “The Universe at Heartbeat” by Nicola An

PS:August is definitely my month. I admire my parents so much.