Hanging on a Mo

I got no Mo
to go with my jo
these long summer months
have stolen my flow
I’m set to one speed
it’s sloth like slow 
dudes vibing with weed
got more get up and go

there’s no order
in my corner
No pattern
In my action
I’m a scribble got no jot
Missing every shot

I’m all meander
With no dander
My goose has lost its gander
In a puddle of a muddle
Steeped in befuddle
If I’m being honest
I could do with a little cuddle

Just as I’m about
to hit the floor
the answer 
to my silent prayers
knocks upon the door
Salvation’s combination
wrapped up neatly in a box
All the tea that’s left in China
bamboo PJ’s and some socks
And just in case
that’s not enough
to get me back on track entirely
At the bottom of the parcel
I also found a diary.

Photo by George Milton on Pexels.com

There are times when I’m in the flow and life seems set up to accommodate, and times when I feel like I’m wading through treacle filled chaos, yet the difference often isn’t in the outer world but in my inner one. In busy times I can fall into the ‘gotta, gotta, gotta’ mindset, but this litany of ‘to do’s, should’s and must’s’ circling around my head are often the very thing draining my energy and keeping me overwhelmed.

But focus on the few simple things in life that really do have to be done -like breathing (can’t forget this one easily), eating, sleeping, maybe remembering to collect the kids from school every now and then and (for me) making time for meditation (or whatever practice you find meditative), and the brain calms. It realises there is no emergency that needs to be dealt with right now, and this provides the space and opportunity to decide what to do next. As for the diary? Well, there’s no harm in a little organisation.

-Master Oogway, Kung Fu Panda [image by Caleb George on Unsplash]

I hope you enjoyed this rhyme. There’s plenty more to discover on my site so why not grab a cuppa and explore? If you haven’t already please enter your email to subscribe, I don’t spam because I don’t know how and my blogs are like my life, slow and steady, so you’re inbox won’t be swamped. You can also follow me on Instagram where I post some of my more snappy refrains (that’s snappy as in short, I try very hard not to interfere with anyone’s peace vibe).

8 thoughts on “Hanging on a Mo

  1. I’m all meander
    With no dander
    My goose has lost its gander
    In a puddle of a muddle
    Steeped in befuddle
    If I’m being honest
    I could do with a little cuddle

    Loved the whole poem but this verse exactly sums up how I’m feeling. X

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