Vihara on the Hill

Images & words for quiet contemplation by Steph Mohan – Kalbarri Western Australia

Category Archives: Poetry



Thirsty and hungry;

Body and mind crave fulfilment –

This arid landscape.

Losing my identity – haiku poetry


The picture fading;

Losing my identity-

The truth is revealed.



The deluded may bark and howl;

The skies may darken;

The winds may scream –

But the pure heart remains serene;

Untouched by worldly things.

Right intention


Holding pattern


Last night, I was sitting on a plane caught in a holding pattern for over an hour due to stormy weather. My body became restless as time went by and I noted how external conditions, such as unexpected delays, can easily trigger unskillful states.

Funny enough, delays can sometimes save us from far more unpleasant circumstances and conditions. Being caught in a holding pattern can be perceived as blessing or curse….or perhaps we can just see that it “just is” and relax, knowing that in this moment, right now, we are simply in the right place at the right time.

Haiku poem written on the plane:

“This holding pattern;

Wondering when we will land –

Right place and right time.

Home is where the heart is


Houses shelter us from

External conditions;

Our real home

Lies within.



Find a resting place;

A space for keeping vigil –