A Meditative Poetic Moment Caught in a Whirlwind

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Imagine in this moment; you’re standing in the outback,
With it’s iconic red sandy dirt beneath your feet,
‘Tis a warm dry afternoon in the springtime,
And thus the scent of flowers is upon a light breeze, tangy ‘n’ sweet…

As you listen to the breeze dance amongst the gum leaves,
Its ocean like melody lulls you into its sway,
Into a more seraphic style of perspective,
Allowing the breeze to for now blow all your troubles away….

Thus you’ve new space to taste the tangy scents upon the breeze,
Which vary depending on the surrounding flora,
Filling ones lungs slowly with abundant replenishment,
Creating space to adjust for what lies soon in store!

As the wind dies down and the leaves calm, 
One listens to the birdsong tune that surrounds,
‘Tis so seraphic a picturesque scene one experiences here,
With blue grey trees sheltering wildlife, 
Tall dried grasses, colourful birds,
And the red dirt that abounds…

And then from seemingly nowhere the sand moves over ‘n’ around your feet,
Moving whisplike a bit for a moment enchanting your attention,
‘Fore it starts swirling around at your ankles,
Triggering an experience that takes a bit of comprehension… 

Slowly this spiral increases in it’s velocity,
‘Tis not uncomfortable but the sandy element gritty,
Growing its speed and height to one’s knees,
Picking up, blowing away, and adjusting all that it please…

Soon one discovers they’re hip deep in a whirlpool,
Consisting mostly of dust that sparkles in sunlight and wind just a touch cool,
As your legs take on a new sensation before now unknown,
‘Fore further into this whirlwind one ‘tis ‘bout to be thrown. 

Wind now begins to whip veraciously around your abdomen,
Inching in height with each slow breath you take,
The sensations across ones back remind one of that,
Which an experienced masseuse may create…

Reaching chest height it soon creates an interesting illusion,
Of treading water on a secluded private beach,
Sensations of being sucked down within the whirlwind,
Are not so overly far from ones imaginations reach…

Though reality ’tis completely the opposite,
One is standing securely upon ones feet,
The earth below supporting ones every move,
In a way no being has the ability to ever beat.

Yet the whirlwind continues above ones shoulder height,
Around one’s throat ~ creating an interesting insight,
Sensations at every point neglected are now trying to fight,
To gain your attention for going unnoticed to fester be their plight…

One’s line of sight fast becomes a blur of orange/red sparkle,
Enlightening one to contemplate this moment’s debacle,
Weightlessness brings it’s own variation of calming element particle,
Whilst the whirlwind invigorates your every hairs follicle…

The whirlwind now swirls around one’s entire being,
To thick to see through to anything on the other side,
Bringing thoughts of unknown consequences to one’s mind,
‘Fore one truly has no idea the outcome to result from this ride…

Until the wind drops as through it never began,
All around one’s position seems as it was before,
Was the whirlwind just an illusion of some creators divine plan?
Or something greater one need further explore?

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