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Stuck
Stuck in the mud, no seriously,
I mean literally and not figuratively – it's a conspiracy.
Because I’m in a rush, but I'm so stuck I can’t even push.
And my stress levels are on the move, they’re rising,
I’m watching the clock and it’s hypnotising.
Too long I've been vexed by this impertinent voice!
Incessantly chatting into the night with his noise.
As I sit wide awake...
Sunday 26th September 2021 10:11 pm
Bed Time
Bedtime
Do you ever lie there at night,
With memories running through your mind
of times gone by, to come, to never be?
I heard meditation lets you slow these down,
See all of them at once or not at all,
To just be there - thoughts floating through your mind
like tiny boats sailing the wind in a breeze,
Peacefully gliding through your consciousness
Like a kite rippl...
Friday 12th October 2018 11:17 am
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