Category Archives: Yin and yang

The path to healing and beyond


We can only heal

When we let go,

We can only transcend

When we learn to evolve,

And this requires self love

And this requires inner peace,

And all this comes from a still mind

From meditative practice,

And a kind forgive heart

And a luminescent soul,

From we we can manifest

Creative consciousness,

Turning out illusory life

Into a life of awakening reality,

Aware of all our surroundings

And with all other species in existence,

We coalesce and assimilate back as one

With Mother Earth and nature,

While also elevating into all that’s universal

Perfect enough to recognise our flaws,

Smart enough to know we are foolish

Wise enough to understand all our follies.

Mantra on leaving drama behind


Walking out if chaos

Entering the calm,

Leaving toxicity behind

This is the sign of my times,

I’ve no desire for drama

I aim for inner peace,

I won’t miss the arguements

In the very least,

I choose this change.

Going to waste


I am not overweight but I struggle with fitness

So may exercise should be too of my hitlist,

But I am consumed with work, writing and reading

It leaves me no time which is not a great feeling,

I see others jogging, riding bikes and I feel guilty

When I was a youngster I was as fit as anything,

I ran everywhere because we never had a car

Or rode on my bike if a little to far,

I always played football I was in tip top shape

But that’s not something I can say of late

No wonder I am tired and all my bones and muscles ache,

I end up just sitting here going to waste.

Elysian fields


In the Elysian fields

Of heroic deeds,

Come my friends

And kneel with me,

In bloody fields

That were once green,

Is now a field of blood red poppies,

Where the vanquished lie

Under the cold ground,

No more roars,

No more sound of war,

No more sound at all,

No bird song

As I walk along,

Tears roll down my cheeks,

In the field of Elysium

Heroic life ended,

In the name of protecting the weak.

Self imposed Naraka


So much of our pain is self inflicted,

We’re addicted to the suffering and the drama,

We seek to dwell in a place we know as Dhama

Yet end up living and dwelling in Naraka,

Mainly through our selfish and mindless ways,

Wishing for enticements that turn us into slaves,

Money and material possessions take the place

Of acts of kindness and selfless displays.



This is the start of story I was going to write some years ago, please read and let me know your thoughts on it. 😁🙏 Faux

Standing on the ramparts of fortress that protected his people, Danik stood and surveyed the scene and landscape below and in front of him, he could see the glow of the torches and the fires as they burnt, could smell and sense the malevolent nature of the seething mass surging inexorably forward and unrelenting. He could here the low roar and rumble, felt the ground rumbling underneath them. Was this truly to be the last stand?

Just then Danik felt a hand touch and squeeze his arm, Danik did not need to look who was by his side, it was Cressida, who had always been there and he never doubted would always be right to the end. Her orange fiery curly long hair blew in the wind, her pale white porcelain skin radiated beauty as she stood next to him, ‘ there is hope yet ‘ she said, in her angelic flowing Celtic voice, but Danik remained focused on what he saw as their ruin, his long black curly hair and strong raw weather beaten features of his face, hosted ghoulish, horrified eyes. ‘ the end he ‘ spoke, ‘ this is our end ‘, for a moment that seemed like eternity the pair stood in silence. ‘ oh, ruin and misery, why do you torment me so, why do you break my heart and haunt my soul as you do. Have I not been a good man to this land, to this place that was once fertile and beautiful but that is now a desecrated open wound, scarred by war. This was not of my choosing, this was not of my design, these foul hoards of the dark denizens come from the very root of despair and loathing, instilled by a dark shadow, malignant, malign and demonic. ‘ These words tore in waves of pain and suffering from Danika lips, hoarse and gravel like, low and threatening, close to the precipice of madness. Cressida could taste the ire, the despair of his words, felt the tautness of the sinew’s that became like strictures holding in him in a frozen torment. She had dreaded this moment, this was how his forefathers were in the face of similar ruin. In those times, their despair aided such ruin and left this land a waste, seething with destruction and hate that took many years to heal. She had already considered the options, inspire him to refute the damage wreaked by his forefathers and fight to save what he could, or end him, before he ended everything, she had the poisoned dagger ready in her free hand, clamped to her side, ready to pierce the live of her life in order to avoid total ruination. As he readied his command to bring about such destruction, she moved her hand up slowly to strike. Then from nowhere on the horizon a bright light shine, like the dawn of hope and divine intervention, both gasped in wonder and disbelief, both in that moment dared to hope. Was this salvation? Was she to be saved from slaying her love, was he to be saved from causing ruination and destruction. In this moment all would be revealed.

To be great or to break


A calm still mind is blissful

Creates an inner state that is peaceful

It foster’s kindness and a state so compassionate

And helps you to become consciously awake

I feel this leads to a life that is great

Rather than one that’s ready always to break.

Be careful of your actions


He stole, that was his life, creeping to people’s houses and taking all he could, which was wrong but he justified it saying that’s how life goes on and it’s only material goods, insured and can always be replaced, until that fateful day, when everything changed.

He broke in to this nice house and gathered up the things he liked, the things he thought were worth good money, but this time did not know when enough was enough. He crept quietly, while people slept upstairs, he was so stealthy, they were never aware. He suddenly found a small box, that was heart shaped and covered in gold, he looked to force it open, because he was desperate to know, what was within, so he found a knife and he started hard to open it by prizing it, then suddenly he heard a voice speak, advising not to do it. He turned startled and pointed the knife, that’s when he saw the woman, who said open that and it will change your life. He demanded the key, she offered it from the chain round her neck, he then opened up the box, didn’t know just what to expect. Then a red bright light sprang forth and entered every part of him. He felt the weight of his heart and soul, being taken. She spoke again and said, true goodness is always rewarded good things, but what you do is not good, so what will happen is only a bad thing and it’s taking you to hell, it’s taking you to a place that you deserve, you think of nobody but yourself and creeping around in this house in stealth, is bad for your health. He looked at her forlorn and cried, I just did trying to get by, she said so many others manage to do the same, while staying on the path of what’s right, you chose the easier option, rather than trying harder to do something good, you chose to steal from people, thing that they had worked hard to acquire and I don’t think you cared, I don’t think you ever thought about that, now you’re going to pay the price, and your essence will be captured in this heart shaped judgement box and it was, as he disappeared in s cry of anquish deep in hell he now would languish for his deeds.

Good day friend (and smile)


I walk the streets of London Town, smiling as I go, being what some may find weird, nodding and saying hello, regardless of colour faith or creed, I allow my smiles and greetings flow freely, I have done this too in other countries, it feels good to be kind and show that you pay no mind, to the difference that some may highlight between us. I see no race, I see no gender, colour or faith divide, I just see each person as individual, each of is unique and we should display that with pride. Who wants to be a clone, or just another one in the crowd, shine as bright as you like and I will meet you, greet you and smile, for the longest time, or just a short while. If you’re not happy and you’re feeling down, my smile will turn your frown upside down, I will lift your heart, and put light back in your day, with a courteous gift that I will display and a warmth and sincerity so rarely felt and in return all that I ask of you, is to pay it back by doing the same thing too, which may make this world a better place, with no discrimination about colour, race gender or faith, be you transgender, gay or straight, just everybody wishing each other a good day.

The plague that is knife crime


He rides his bike, through the tough streets of London, late at night, armed with a knife, this young black man, with hoodie up and quiet, looking to get home, with a constant threat of violence hanging over him, from being in a gang.

He was closed to home when assailed by four others, dressed like him but from another gang. He got off his bike and prepared himself for a life and death fight and the other youths they did the same but then an older man stepped out the shadows and in their way. He said it doesn’t need to go down like this, you have to try and coexist, but none of them where buying into this, so he said if this is about disrespect, then all of you are truly blessed for you’re all destroying what living is about, and he said if you have any doubt, hear my message clear and loud, you’re playing up to media stereotypes, and you can kill each other and spend the rest of your lives, doing time and living with the guilt, have trouble sleeping and feel the hilt of the blade you used now piercing into you, as you start to realise the startling truth, that you were lied to by others, who just wanted to use you. Then the old man took off his hoodie and stood there in his best top displaying gang tattoos, and lots of scars and many knife wounds and his muscles rippled ebony through and through. He said I’ve been where you are now, I’ve lived that life of drugs, robbery, gangs and crime and it consumed and ruined my whole life, and if you want to prove, that you’re all men because of the weapons you use I invite you all to start this fight against me, and as the young man heard this he shook his head and said I’d rather leave, for I can see you’ve experienced and wiser than me. As he ride off the others didn’t move, they weighed up if he was telling the truth and in the end also decided to leave, and that night those young men continued to breathe, and in the dark of the night the older man walked down the street, and as he did each street light turned of and all went dark, until in a gust of fog the figure of the man began to fade, and he was never seen again. For his purpose had been completed and he was spirited away, elevated to a better more peaceful place, redeemed from the bad life that left him depraved but in death was given one last chance to make amends and he took it, so then claimed his forever after in a place of divine grace and he hoped what he had done may change those youths lives, and that they would choose now to live a different way.