The inner doctrine, a curse
of life’s latitude.
Stumbling blind
amongst the obstacles.
Blocking nothing more
than free will.
The clear path, veiled
by the obstinate ego.
The resistance to rise
to new levels, for fear
of the depth of failure.
Freedom,
in opposition to thought,
unknown by the fettered mind
drunk on its own confusion,
Intoxicated,
by its longing for sobriety.
Slave to the rhythm
Slave to the mind
Slave to the fears
That riddle mankind
Slave to the caress
Slave to the touch
Slave to the feel
That exquisite crutch
Slave to the ego
Slave to the goal
Slave to the doubt
That unconscious toll
Slave to the minutes
Slave to the clock
Slave to the time
That mental gridlock
The intuitive mind floats adrift from our thoughts
Yet in harmony with its coastal tide
At one with the unfolding, natural course
The point where your truth, it cannot hide
The intuitive mind cannot be coerced
Nor reached through intelligence alone
Impressions are formed, they light up the dark
In oneness, you need never atone
The intuitive mind has no motive in life
No outcome it seeks to reveal
It flows with the cycles and rhythm of time
To bring forth, what you cannot conceal
The intuitive mind has compassion and love
Stands evolved, with humility in place
Understands we’re all human, expanding within
Contentment reached, with dignified grace
This is a poem written about the most wonderful, award-winning, no frills vegetarian cafeteria in Brighton.
Situated on Kensington Gardens, North Laine
Lovingly prepared food
What a fantastic Iydea!
A true culinary delight
That deserves a big cheer
The big, breakfast plate
Is a vegetarian dream
Filling the emptiest of tummies
Splitting a tight-fitting seam
If you’re feeling adventurous
Like tastes out of the box
Then the poached egg combinations
Will completely fill your socks
If toast is the foundation
The bedrock of your snack
Their combination of toppings
Mean you’ll keep coming back
If simplicity is your style
They do wonders with fruit
Adding yoghurt and granola
Compote and syrup to boot
Now that’s just for starters
The clock’s not hit twelve
When the hunger pangs return
An appetite you can’t shelve
The lunchtime selection
Home cooked goodness galore
A vast selection of flavours
That guarantee you’ll want more
Salads of all varieties
All seasonal and fresh
And roasted root veggies
Topped with seeds and crème fraiche
Fruity cous-cous filled aubergine
With a beet, chilli slaw
Enchiladas and curries
Hang on, there is more!
There are freshly made juices
Fruit pulped, squashed and poured
To cleanse and invigorate
Your taste buds will applaud
If you’re not into savoury
And you’ve got a small gap
Their home-made cakes and slices
Are a sweet coated slap
Eating in or take away
Your soul and mind will be fed
The whole experience delightful
A Brighton gem to be spread
shiny pebbles 