Knowing enough is enough,

Begins with believing you are enough.


When fertile ground becomes barren,

Pastures are spent,

What was full has emptied;


Freezing in place is unsound!

Find a peace in movement.


Ride out the regret,

Face down the sadness,

Accept that all things change;


Turn from victimhood,

Find a hero’s grace.




Often it comes

Attempts at self mastery

The Wise can settle

Into the cacophony within

Grasp released

Annihilation ambition put down

In favour of restful awareness


Anxiety’s apprehension


Melancholy’s malaise


Doubt’s discomfort

Knowing their transience

How they dissolve when left alone

How they grow and morph when probed

Yes I am pondering

Why I secretly covet misery

Fearful of peace

if you have an hour this fine buddhist Teacher is worth it.


Waves of despair
Consume the peace so rare.
Frustration crashes, must flee.
All consuming
Terrors and worries, mind sinking.
Reach for the sane
Only to be enveloped, once again. 
Crest of bitter lessons
Tide keeps on, doesn't lessen.
Calm does lie below
Equanimity can ride the flow.

This poem reflects the challenge of this week. As it has been like sailing through a storm. But instead of weather a constant barrage of frustrations and a burgeoning to-do list of intractable problems! Sure this is something you can empathise with as doubt I am alone.


Inner Champion

Too often we are our own worst critic.

An internal voice that spews derision.

Inflicting on psyche a deep incision.

Way of being corrosive, acidic.

I wonder if its possible to shift?

To fight for ourselves, speak up for our cause.

Seek to defend and vigorously applaud.

Champion our good, steer us when we drift.

Solid advice if you have 10mins to spare…

So this is for Eugi’s weekly prompt – this week its ‘Champion’, check it out. It inspired me to think about champion not as a ‘winner’ but in its meaning to ‘advocate’, for another or a cause, and then ultimately for how we can be our own champion.


Brain Mires

Unable to trust

My senses now

Delusions made real

An eternal row

Between my worries

And all my doubts

To my hopes

A pointless bout

So all that is left is

Do what I know

The only option

Is to let go

I don’t mean of life

Despite its pains

I mean the mires

Inside my brain


Chaotic Thought

Chaotic thought,

Buffets my mind.

I fear I’m caught,

In a mental bind.

Been here before,

And know what to do.

But motivations sore,

My inspiration flew.

Creeping toward,

Melancholy’s trap.

Where my reward,

Is anxiety’s flap.

All I can do,

Is patiently wait.

For cheer to brew,

And not be too late!


Mind Council

The Council came to order.

Anxiety feared a fall.

Ego took centre stage.

His charisma wooed them all.

Anger blurted out,

A persuasive call to arms.

Compassion tried to talk about;

The need for all to calm.

Fear looked for an escape.

Courage wouldn’t see him fly.

Doubt said that all were wrong.

Fatalism just wanted to die.

Then Honesty stood firm,

And called for Intelligence.

Who saw a chance to learn,

And all the rest saw sense!