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Welcome to a poetically mediative moment by a campfire energetically within…
‘Fore we delve in, let us take three deep slow breaths;
in… and out,
again in… and out…
now once more in… and out,
As we settle ourselves into an energetic state where we can connect,
Aligning ourselves to whatever it is we need from that which is to follow through this subject.
However, to trigger the full effects that this moment may bring,
Close your eyes and thrice repeat the following:
I am now open to receiving all I need within this moment.
I am now open to receiving all I need within this moment.
I am now open to receiving all I need within this moment.
Now as one’s connected to the subtleties this piece contains,
Which in this moment happens to include a kundalini reiki cleansing component,
Allow me to be your guide on this now commencing poetic meditative journey…
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Thus just imagine in this seraphic moment standing upon red sand,
At the location of your own personal, cozy, quiet camp sight,
Deep in the blissful blue grey fragrant Aussie bushland,
Upon a damp, densely foggy, wintery, late autumn morn…
’Tis where the crisp morning air fills your lungs,
As you venture out of your cosy swag into the fog,
Taking a moment to revive the dulled campfires coals,
'Fore finding yourself a spot to sit upon a sturdy log…
The fire soon enough starts warming the air in reach,
And provides the heat needed for your morning beverage of choice,
As you sip slowly birdsong breaks through the bush lands silence,
‘Tis nothing short of seraphic to hear their orchestral voice.
Subsequently a lone bird makes its silence braking solo known,
It’s melodious tune adding a vibrant layer with it’s rather sweet tone,
Before being joined by the full dawn chorus ’tis thrown,
Tho’ not ‘fore its element reaches through energetically from aura to bone.
As their performance seems to reach near its peak,
A rouge ray of sunshine breaks through the fog,
Warming your soul from where it first touches,
As cell by cell it starts dissolving any remaining dull monologue.
Effervescent style this warmth from the sun’s first rays,
Ripples through your entire being then outward,
Slowly driving back the densities of surrounding fog cover,
‘Till there’s no chance of it returning ‘till night-covers bombard…
Thus in the soul healing warmth of the early morn’s sun,
One sits sipping seraphically one’s chosen warm beverage,
Absorbing the bliss of one’s quintessential bushland surrounds,
Knowing for today ‘tis now an abundance of bliss gaining leverage…
Yet whilst the dawn chorus have been making their melodious mark,
Awakening the world around you which is still slightly dark,
The early morn sun rays deepen their melting ~ burning any debris they embark,
Not that unlike ones warming campfire turning to ashes each burning logs bark;
So whilst ones beverage may be turning further towards waning than full,
One can feel with ease the warmth of the sunshine healing deep into ones soul,
Incinerating debris from ones aura to the infinite depths of ones core,
Replenishing one entirely with whatever for you this moment still has in store.
Eventually the fire begins to reduce from flames to coals,
As the sun rises high enough that its rays take on different energetic roles,
No longer warming all cooled by night with dawn times magical perspective,
As all venture into their days a little lighter from energetic burdens respective.
For those that prefer to watch/listen… I hope you enjoy this variant!
The Poetic Life 2.0 