I don’t know that I do get that much time to unwind, lots going on at present. But I do appreciate a quiet space to decompress. Perhaps it’s just me who likes to sit in the dark with no distractions and just allow the fog to lift from the brain. Anyway, it put me in mind of a poem I wrote about letting your brain run away with itself. I have updated it here below. If you like the poems, why not subscribe? Link at the bottom of the page

Failure to meditate

Ommmmm

Ommmmm

I’m meditating, trying to unwind

But there’s too many things going through my mind

I’m trying hard to stay calm and serene

But these thoughts are like a motorway traffic scream

I won’t pretend they make much sense

And everything’s got a little intense

I’d love to have one of the quiet brains

but there’s Cold hearted Clowns who are hiding in drains 

Aggressive seagulls trying to steal a free lunch,

A flap of beaks and a screeching munch

It’s fear of the stuff that might happen one day

And the spiral goes viral in a terrible way

Getting trapped in an alley with a violent bunch

When a furious fist throws a sucker punch

Handcuffed in a high-rise toxic fire,

In a mire of tyres and sharp barbed wire

Sunk in a Shark filled sinewy stew

With my eyes sealed tight with super glue

Falling into a coma, falling out of a coma,

Falling in and out of a coma,

In the misty fist of a coma, coma dream

Reminiscent of a Boy George rhyming scheme,

This brain won’t switch off

It’s a terrible curse

I try to relax but it’s just getting worse

See nobody knows all the trouble I find

When I’m meditating

Trying to unwind

Ommmmm

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