The Fettered Mind

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.


in opposition to thought,

unknown by the fettered mind

drunk on its own confusion,


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

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

What a Fantastic Iydea!

This is a poem written about the most wonderful, award-winning, no frills vegetarian cafeteria in Brighton.

Situated on Kensington GardensNorth 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