• how to iambic

    A game, a play, how fun. Invite me? Yes please!
    Of games; my brain follows quite slow, no yes!
    Wander to sleep, wonder to wake, yes no.
    No trust, all sus. Beware! Go out, careful.
    A form my eyes do see. A ghost, I fear.

    Right there, it looks and feels like a willow,
    But it does move and sway like the ocean.
    There is no right, no wrong, in the word game.
    Beauty, allure, glamor, polish, critique.

    This is a site for my verbal vomit,
    No one must read, some one might read, no bother!
    I let my brain seep out onto this post.
    Practice practice practice practice practice.

    This did once start as utter nonsense, but now;
    I do edit, to fit a metric line.
    Tis fun, tis fun, enjoy I do. But really:
    I just sound less Shakespeare, more Yoda.

  • Haiku Collection #1

    Sitting on the couch,
    I sip tea, turn to my friend,
    I say “This is nice”

    The bell rings out: “bong”,
    I smile and stretch my legs out.
    Meditation done.

    Alarm rings aloud,
    Says: wake up, wake up, wake up.
    I drift back to sleep.

    Oh! I remember,
    This moment, to be here now.
    Now: rising, falling

    Mindfully I chop,
    I stretch and bang my head: “SHIT!”
    Not so holy now…

    Who is the witness?
    Who experiences this?
    Who does not know? Me!

    Lost in thought, theory…
    Never meditating then…
    Only reading lots.

    Hmm, am I manic?
    Or am I progressing well?
    Neither, both, be mindful.

    I write these poems,
    Always aware of my pride,
    Squash it, kill it, splat!

    Squash it, kill it, splat!
    Stop that thought, stop this thought… No!
    Let it be and go.

    Blink, swallow, tingle,
    taste, smell, see, hear, feel, think, fart,
    itch, sting, tense, sit, twitch.

    I relax the frown,
    My mind shoots out and expands,
    No frown, no problem 🙂

    I write haikus late.
    I dig early morning vibes,
    Helps loose the filter.

    I will end it here,
    Good bye, au revoir, ciao, peace!
    Good bye-ku hai-ku.

  • Slowing down

    Recently it has been a bit of a roller coaster realising the power of the mind and that meditation actually changes something in your every day (after years of practice…). I am taking a conscious choice to just slow down and persist. Not get lost in any conciet that arises (and it does arise).

    I’ve been feeling very calm recently as well as laser-like. So I think I will try to foster that calm some more. A quiet burn that hopefully will help me in my practice.

    The act of reflecting on a day’s practice has been so beneficial to me to just track where I am. To see how I move around from pleasant practice to boredom sits to impatience on the cushion. Just highlights the utter changing nature of experience meditating. Helps me not grasp knowing it will fade really. Helps not to expect anything. This good stage I’m at will come and go.

    Saying these ‘sage’-sounding words, makes me think of some of the hypocracy. In this stage I sort of want it to be over so I can get on with the meditation progress. There’s still that ‘what’s next’ and ‘what’s more’. I think ‘why did that night of sleep make me tired & drowsy while sitting? how can I avoid that?’ instead of acceptance of the present as well as the bigger picture of where I’m at.

    I just really hope that I keep up meditation when the going gets rough. When the bliss wears out and the laundry calls, keep sitting. Keep at it.

Hello! I’m Tom (he/him), based in London, UK. I write prose & poetry, also some small reflections I want to share. Enjoy 🙂

I have a Youtube channel where I post creative things sometimes.