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Poetry

The Observer

Apparently I should understand,

What’s going on inside my mind.

But when I probe,

It remains elusive.

Enigmatically reclusive.

When I simply sit still,

A cascade of thoughts and feelings,

All compete for centre-stage.

Like the din of an audience,

Before a performance.

Or a cacophony of debate,

Competing for a point to make,

With no speaker to call ‘Order’!

Rarely these facets of me,

Can ever seem to agree.

When I can become observer,

Watching the chaos unfold.

Avoiding the compelling draw.

The roar then abates.

Quiet calm is my state.

I can sit aware of arisings.

Comforted all will pass,

That all is transient.

This state is not easily found.

But it is truly profound.

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Poetry

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

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Poetry

Before Death

I should be pleased

With what I’ve achieved

This constant quest for more

Is making my soul sore

Time to enjoy the spoils

Of all of my toils

Stop flogging my wit

Take time to sit

You have come far

But do you know who you are?

You’re actually a success

I promise, I don’t mess

I know a new challenge

Will soon be yours to manage

But for now take a breath

There are too few before death

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