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As the blistering sun sets below the treeline making way for night, A cooling breeze picks up the day’s debris to relieve all from it’s weight, Fading footprints left in the hot red sand so none can follow the beings plight, Whilst the full moon rises with an orange hue ‘till ’tis well above the trees, Reflecting the clear night sky’s sparkle upon their leaves creating a glittery delight.
For in this soft seraphic calm between dusk and dawn the bushland breathes, The earth transmuting the days debris into fuel for the upcoming morn, Replenishing all whom surrender their overload amongst natures eaves, Enlightening their physical whilst they rest rather than facing burnouts storm, Soothed by the wind through the gum leaves melody akin oceanic reprieves.
Hence post midnight may feel like a back road stretching forever for all awake to wonder, Becoming more than the day before with the evolution their mind gains as they ponder, Surrendering to the earth that they no longer need pursue as through their day they wander, So they have space for what aligns with their core self now rather than pursuits that time can squander, Irrespective perceived importance: the non-resonant released clear way for the aligned to grow fonder.
Thus feel into the night breeze and the moons glow; surrender to their energetic plan, Release what you force yourself to undertake so they can evolve/transmute it for you, Breathe slower as you prepare to sleep for ’tis an element you can consciously command, That can make or break your perspective’s attempts to strive - manifest your goals thru, Beyond this moment when replenishment awaits to take it’s essential stand.
For even therapeutic endeavors supposedly good for us in a specific way, Can be mere additions to the constellations of our life that eventually don’t belong, Though essential to one’s foundations going forth in original form they’re not resonant with tomorrows foray, No longer more than a note in the melody flowing through one’s ongoing unique song, Hence akin a seed; need be released, allowing your alignment to increasingly effortlessly flow into the next moments parlay.
In a quiet spot in the Australian Outback; rooted deep into the red sandy soil, One happens upon a massive tree whose branches into the clearest of blue skies coil… It’s grandeur compared to all around holds you in awe of it’s very existence, Curiosity enticing you closer ‘till your whole vision is engulfed by your view of this tree, It’s aura ’tis ancient, obviously woody, yet calming~inviting you energetically to just take this moment to be…
Thus standing beside this mighty being you feel your breath and pulse begin to effortlessly slow, As your mind begins to wander thru what stories a tree this old would delight to bestow, All other thoughts diminishing as one relaxes into what you believe to be imaginations realm; Delving through what one perceives as how this trees life may have perhaps unfurled, From the moment the seed it was; spilt to allow the first tender root and leaf to sprout from curled…
You feel your palm meet the trunk of that once sproutling and become aware of a different time, One not measured with clocks but moments that flow with no schedules or metallic chime, Whilst a dry dusty breeze blows through ones hair and the leaves rustle seraphically akin a rhyme, Melting the remaining blockages between yourself and your thoughts of this tree sublime, Growing further along what may have been it’s path to one’s current moment’s climb.
For a lifetime beyond one’s human perspective has woven this tree into what you see right now, Many hot summer winds have burned it’s shoots ~ stray bolts of lightning burned too many a bough, Wild storms have left it with branches cracked, leaves/blossoms/seed pods blown beyond perception, Roots quenched past their limit after being deprived through droughts lack of precipitation, Triggering something deep within to evolve with greater strength ~ slowly enduring a season of transmutation…
‘Till you realise this sentient being relays it’s story not in words but your feelings and it’s scars abundant, It’s blossoms showing all it’s ability to not just survive but thrive beyond what would make others redundant, It’s existence a living reminder of life quintessentially blooming beyond challenges transcendence, Whilst it’s energetic embrace holds all whom venture in a moment of calm; soothing all that’s tense, Filtering the elements ‘fore they reach so one needn’t endure unnecessarily beyond this moment hence.
Thus how the suns light that shines through their leaves gains a softer vibration that’s healing, Warming one’s soul rather than burning your face ~ protecting you from a painful sunburn peeling, Defining space to relieve what weighs on your mind/ that which leaves your heart reeling, Grounding you back into alignment with our earth allowing joy and hope to once again be your feeling, Instead of overwhelming chaos and stress challenging bliss for all your moments they shouldn’t be stealing.
Therefore while your life may feel in a constant bounce of tasks; perhaps let this tree have taught you this: In the flow of your lifetime completing your to do list is but a minor component competing with bliss, Most of it near irrelevant to your life overall ~ thus why strive through it all every single day? Rather than being a little more mindful, lucubrating that which does matter a little more thorough. Creating space for a little more grace for oneself to flow through ones day tomorrow.
Walking along an overgrown track, Red sandy dirt beneath your feet ~ warm morning sun caressing your back… The morning air ’tis a little bit sticky yet pleasant enough to breathe deeply with ease, As is a normal summers morn in the Outback, as the birdlife flit where they please…
Thus as you notice a flock of inch high wrens in a bush, Shades of blue and brown amongst the green, You can’t help but wonder ‘would they be like a young chicken to pat?’ As they look so soft, delicate and light as they hop through the branches and preen.
Next thing you know a trio of parrots zoom just o’er head, Enchanted by their multi green and yellow blur you follow, Though never leaving your path for the bush can be dangerous ’tis said, Yet you still watch these mostly green feathered beauties disappear into a tree hollow.
So as the grasses sway in the slightest of breeze with grace;
The wind starts picking up creating a delightful blossom fuzz ‘snow’, Mesmerised you watch them float towards the ground as the wind plays, For this delicate dance ’tis one of natures more quintessential forays…
Ever gently one fluffy yellow segment floats onto your hand, ’Tis like holding the tiniest of delicate feathers you’ve ever seen, Created by the same force of nature that is known for destruction, Thus pondering this polarity you watch the breeze pick it up once again, And allow it to whisk away the debris you’re holding without strain.
This gentle wisp of breeze now continues its seraphic mission, Blowing segment by segment each blossom from the tree, And energetic element by element from your auras debris, Easing your mind of the grasp of the days stresses demolition, Allowing space for you to heal your soul - grounded with volition…
As the unseen weight of energetic debris lifts from your being, You note the new vibrance of the wattle seemingly restored, Though it may be just your perspective as you notice leaves before now ignored, Contemplating what of you can now be seen that’s imploring for healing;
We find ourselves facing layers of illusion, In whatever mysterious form they may appear to be, Often we want to just view it from a perspective of ignorance, Wanting to ignore it and accept what it wants us to believe or flee…
Yet if one opts to though uncomfortable to face one can peer through the smog, Dissolve the illusion through a simple mini mindful moments monologue…
Thus sit back and relax in a blue grey bush style clearing, Red sand’s ‘neath velvet green moss under foot ~ bird song’s all one’s hearing, You cannot see beyond as it appears to be a rather warm yet foggy morn, You think ’tis mid morning though you cannot see the sun you believe it is way after dawn…
Here’s where we now cue the fun of this and tear through the illusion, See the fog symbolically as the element that is causing you the confusion… Now smell the air… and realise it’s far from fog ~ perhaps smoke, thick sleet or rain, Let it seep into all of your senses and evolve your perspective to whichever you align without pain… Then step forwards and allow it to vigorously rain ~ washing away all you once thought to be fog… Thoroughly cleansing you and all that lies in your bushland surrounds, Before the sunshine breaks through… revealing what lay hidden beneath;
A leaf… seemingly dangling with the same purpose as every other… Yet no two are ever exactly identical ~ no two in exactly the same spot, Each has a differing view ~ thus despite similarities all have vastly different lives…
Now picture yourself as this leaf you’ve chosen upon in your mind, ’Tis it one warming in the full sun or perhaps the shade’s what you’ve timed… Be it on a lower/mid/higher branch ~ the type of plant really doesn’t much matter, For now look out from your spot through all the other leaves you can see… Notice how different though similar all the leaves around you happen to be.
For to those looking from afar they may all seem to appear exactly the same, Yet with a closer view one may notice an abundance of variants less tame… As whilst some bring a cooling element others provide a place for eggs to call home, They can protect a bud yet to bloom too soon or carry insects on the wind to roam…
Thus much like us each leaf though so similar ’tis quintessentially unique, Each creating its own seraphic element to a facet for our universe to be complete, Cycling through and constantly adjusting/evolving ‘till the moment ’tis bittersweet;
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 whisp like 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…
Blissfully ignorant of what shall be in store, When one breaks through the ground with all one’s might…
Thus enjoy this moment in the comforting darkness, Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath, ‘Till it feels as if one could overflow or burst, Yet take another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.
Then the tip of a shoot breaks through one’s shell into the warm dirt, Slowly making it’s way ~ venturing forth towards the cooler air, Whilst another is soon making its way towards earths core, Though which direction ’tis going… a seed may actually be unaware.
Yet still it continues growing it’s way through the ground, Root tips weaving their way deeper into the earth;
Though we may prefer the easy routes within our comfort zones, That can actually distance us from our core path and a lot of fun.
For if life were all seraphic moments of bliss with cake and tea, We’d never grow to grasp the chaotic adventures that await, Never know the full intensity of what life can have in store for us, Never experience the ecstatic moments that exist ‘till it’s too late.
Thus why we’re often encouraged to get out of our comfort zone, By those whom have often already experienced what they’re asking of us alone, It’s an invitation to become exposed to a new element though you may groan, For those open to flow lead more fulfilling lives than those mentally set in stone.
Which is why we leave the seraphic on new adventures from time to time, Though we believe we prefer the mundane bliss to be sublime, It’s monotony can stagnate our ability to grow and entwine, With the elements we need to thrive and bloom into ourselves in kind.
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When one recalls they’ve only this one day; this moment here and now, Grabbing their keys, kids, snacks and hearing their favourite motor roar, May just be an ideal way to reconnect with themselves and their inner light, As the world beyond vanishes into the dust - uplifting one’s soul from dull to soar, Amongst the blur of blue, grey, green and dusty red whilst the sky be as clear as the air is fresh, And one knows ’tis a guaranteed adventure that for the next few moments shall be in store!
Hence when reaching the foot of a mountain; taking a deep breath one ventures on, Wheel turn by wheel turn inclining through the bushland never knowing what the next bend shall bring, For the higher one goes in this moment the quieter unnecessary thoughts cease to belong, As driving up a mountain demands focussed attention irrespective the views and how the energetics may sing, Yet deep in one’s gut still may lie a reminder of many a thing that could go wrong, ‘Till one surrenders to the way of the mountain in this moment - trusting and releasing, Ultimately knowing in your heart and soul up here one’s either repelled or for now allowed go on.
Thus one inches ever closer the mountains peak with the awe inspiring grasping in your throat, Low clouds start hiding all around akin an eerie blanket one physically cannot lift, A near paranormal slew of thoughts swim about in your mind to waver your perception and gloat, Whilst the wheels keep turning you along the track beyond your scattering mental rift, Grounding you back into the task at hand upon which one needs to adequately dote, ‘Fore chaos can grasp in aspects no one ever intentionally wants to drift…
Soon enough you’re venturing beyond the cloud cover into the near blinding light of day, This successful drive to the mountains physical summit mirroring one’s internal win, As knowing through breath what one intended has manifested smoothly in it’s way, Irrespective the not so seraphic mental moments creating their mildly challenging din, One has navigated the seen and unseen to be here in natures sublimely aligning foray, Leaving the descending journey lying as an unacknowledged thought yet to subsequently begin.
Tea brewing, music soft, good book and snacks at the ready, A moment to read for pleasure’s set awaiting ones attention, Irrespective one be dragged away later or not is kinda irrelevant, As the world the plot takes one to should fully grasp in this quiet screen free moment ones comprehension, Thus feel akin a reseting for ones mind regardless if the clock records minutes or hours…
Be it a newer authors work whisking one to a new perspective on a fairytale of old, Where pirates are the heroes for the original ones had sketchy ways for their moment to unfold, Or something darker you’ve at hand to delve ~ nevermore to behold your perspective the same, For it’s evolved through the seraphic reading of your current choice thus levelled up ones mental game, Unless you’ve truely fallen down a rabbit hole and choose to study a topic that’s manuals feel like a reading pleasure then you’ve a whole different abundance to gain;
Therefore when escaping into a realm for a mental adventure one need always only ensure, That it resonates with your core enough to fully whisk you off to the universe it has in store, Otherwise one is just reading for the sake of reading which considering the finite time of human life is kinda something to abhor, Especially when the growing abundance of stories in our world means there’s a style out there for each to adore, Though finding it some find to be the most horrific of ~ in their mind ~ unnecessary chore.
Yet for those whom have the courage and ability to venture on a reading quest to find their preference, Despite the world around them being in a near constant state of crazy near ever changing indifference, ’Tis guaranteed they’ll evolve in ways unimaginable just through opening the cover of the right book, Never to return to their previous thoughts as they’ve been energetically flushed along a mental brook, With the assistance of fairy dust and a raven grounded in sciences enchanting hook.
Hence allowing ones mind an escape when ones physical cannot take a holiday, For mentally venturing into the mystical pages of another’s creation can be just as blissful, Allowing one when fully engrossed to enjoy a similar effect without the stresses hidden in a physical getaway, And often loaded with more than one could do ~ adventures and mayhem one could never partake in, That can bring an element of balance to ones life one would otherwise never even suspect to parlay.
When one seeks their path actively they may not always notice their place, Their exact spot on their map through life in this current moment, And the importance it plays in their evolution towards the lifestyle they desire, Which whilst may be a delightful goal to manifest ’tis not something one is destined for right now; ’Tis something one needs to evolve into ~ which takes time akin building an empire.
Yet striving for your goal is still a necessary element of ones current conscious moment, Despite the simple oft’ unacknowledged fact it may take years to align fully into ones reality, Energetically ’tis already in existence thus making it a part of this point in time’s component, Though it only be subtle ones goals are still an element that are an important key, Supporting one towards greater focus against any challenge inducing opponent.
Hence every time one choses to counteract ones desired goals with even a polar thought, It energetically pushes their manifestation further away to even later be sought, Thus though inevitable ’tis ultra important in low moments one mentally has them swiftly caught, Learns to climb over them ~ use them as stepping stones to greater motivation one aught, As everyone’s path to success with counteractive challenging moment’s ’tis wrought.
Therefore when lucubrating beyond the days last light reflect on this next point: Does what your working on truely align with what you’re trying to achieve? Or is it just fluff? An element that doesn’t give you any sort of anything to appoint? For when we’re pouring our everything into something that doesn’t really resonate we need a reprieve, Before we find ourselves too deep in an energetic hole filled with thoughts and actions bound to disappoint.
Thus remember to be mindful of not just your actions in each moment but also your thoughts, For they carry more energetic influence upon you and your ability to manifest than most think, Speeding up or slowing down progress irrespective how hard one works in the right direction, They can ripple through like wildfire in dry bushland ~ casting challenges unnecessary, But can easily be caught and transmuted with a regular practise of reflection.
Where one desires to live their life is not always a matter of on a map location, For some ’tis actually a case of where their soul feels they most belong, While there shall always be those whom chase perceived grandeur and opportunity, Polar that extreme the world will always have those of us whom prefer a slower more seraphic song, To bring balance into the human race from amongst the trees listening to natures hum, Ultimately neither is any better than the other for if ’tis where you align to be your styles not wrong.
Thus us aligning with a slower lifestyle may find the cities daunting despite our frustrations with our chosen home’s dust, Preferring listening to birdsongs over motors roaring as we take a moment to awaken to the day, Brewing tea as wildlife enjoys a reprieve in the garden sprinkler transmuting like acid the outer worlds crust, ‘Fore delving into our own variant of chaos ~ ‘till we’re lucubrating deep into the night in our own way, Tending our connection to the natural world more than the fast paced innovations civilisation tends to thrust, Learning to rely on ourselves more than the interesting array of things others enjoy amongst their foray.
Though there is times when life in the bush can throw a frustrating challenge to jolt one from the bliss, Like when one needs a basic something and despite online availability the delivery options are a miss, Hence one having to creatively find an alternative ‘till fate casts you next into civilisations midst, Involving a road trip that is always an epic adventure and endurance challenge with many a twist, Near always having one the whole trip home pondering anything forgotten from your carefully curated but misplaced list, As there is almost always something that’s usually important to be metaphorically goodbye kissed.
Yet when the wheels once again pick up dust and there’s trees lining the road as far as one can see, One finds themselves a little lighter as their confidence bolsters closer to returning to their comfort zone, Though phones may have little to no service you can feel the energetic shift from dense to increasingly wild and free, Whilst even your vehicle seems to rejoice being back on the dirt akin the bitumens constant monotone, Making it clear the bush is where one is personally better suited to be living rather than the chaos of a city, Hidden away as much as you desire in your personal querencia amongst natures seldom ventured undertone.
Therefore when one finds themselves actually feeling from physical to core that they’re truely home, The location is not what matters ~ for it can be any location where one fully aligns thus thrives, Irrespective how little or often one feels the need to pack themselves and the kids in the car to roam, As adventures bringing challenges and variety add a necessary zing to break up ones mundane, And remind one why they love where they choose to live through refreshing ones perspective’s loam, So they can continue moulding their lifestyle to they’re design ~ balanced in alignment with where they in this moment belong.
When one is trying to build momentum yet is struggling to maintain their speed, Though tools may help perhaps there’s a deeper element one could additionally use, For we’ve all access to the quantum ~ despite it to most being little known, One just need learn how to reignite their conscious connection which awaits and stews, ‘Till one acknowledges it through mental reconnection and practice of some description…
One’s practice however needn’t be an overwhelming element to ones everyday flow, For unless one is aiming for mastery to guide others once learned it needs but a mental moment, A trigger if you will for it to unleash and ripple from your mind to whatever it shall have in stow, Allowing one to lucubrate with less of a likelihood of having completely quanked as a component, Meaning one can be vibrationally higher than dull without the jittery mess another shot of coffee has in tow.
Hence one can flow from task to task with a greater ease and energetic grace to each action, A brighter auric element radiating thus embruing with all in reach reducing external compaction, Irrespective how minimal one may think their energetic abilities may be ~ sometimes it only takes a fraction, To completely overhaul the more subtle energetic elements of ones being from a place of stagnation, Transmuting debris into healthier variants that bolster ones efforts to continue gaining traction.
That said the more one maintains their flow and strengthens their alignment and connection, The more one can energetically enhance their entire life beyond hustling with less burnout, For everything is energetic just of differing vibrational densities dependant on ones perspectives reflection, Thus why manifestation success can be delayed when one’s thoughts are loaded with an abundance of doubt, It counteracts ones efforts to succeed hence one need be mindful of how thoughts may affect ones goal selection.
However whilst ’tis always a self discovery adventure when one evolves thoughts from dark to productive, Harnessing energetics though delightful can leave one needing to remember to keep oneself grounded, For if one delves too long they can throw their balance askew ~ to the point the mundane can become difficult, Though it shouldn’t be much of an obstacle ~ just a factor to keep mindful of throughout an element that can leave one astounded, Through each enchanting sensory experience one gets the pleasure to explore further into the quantum foray.
Pets. They may often be furry companions whom tend to lighten our day with their antics. However have you ever delved into the possible subconscious why behind deciding to have one? For even on an energetic level ‘owning’ a pet is inviting another being into one’s life, Irrespective how having a puppy can for a year or so be a frustrating element of fun, As they age they can teach us tidbits of wisdom otherwise beyond our grasp…
Hence why those we label pets can be amazing guides unveiling to us elements humans generally cannot see, Reflecting ways we can learn to understand the world around us before it reaches our physical perception, Reconnecting us to intricacies we’ve long been disconnected from mysteriously, Through little more than body language and quantum elements we barely understand in minuscule amounts during reflection, These loveable non human friends imbrue our lives with enrichment physically and vibrationally.
Albeit they’re disguised as companions loyally by ones side our pets always provide us unparalleled support, Regardless how long we leave them their souls never forget the connection’s rapport, Lifting us from core through physical whilst balancing and grounding us beyond any report, ‘Till they’re time with us draws to a close which they know of long before we twig what’s in store, Yet in every moment they still echo messages into our conscious via wet noses and bold eyes beyond what our perspectives can even imagine to sort.
When blue grey gumtrees beckon you upon a red dirt path into the bush, That twists through an increasingly thickening monotone of bushes that seem to whisper, Your every step ’tis taken in trust that the path you’ve chosen has a desired end, As one step too deep into the Australian bushland can leave one with more than a blister, Especially when the weather’s warm and an unpredicted storm brews overhead…
For not every moment spent in nature is peacefully filled with blossoms and butterflies, If one ventures too deep paths can vanish/merge/and eventually completely confuse, Resulting in one at least feeling lost irrespective where they turn or how they mentally compromise, Whilst yet another track leads one deeper into the overgrown abyss of a blue grey flora ruse, The clouds darken and the gidgee wreaks as humidity thickens the air and dust blocks ones view of the skies…
Ones endurance starts wavering as mentally you struggle to remain calm with this moments stack, Despite being an element usually solid that suddenly doesn’t quite have your back. Yet amongst the looming threat of storm one stumbles upon another track, Sunlight illuminating it akin movies guiding characters through sub plots that tend to lack, With little else to guide you venture onwards hoping ’tis your subconscious with a supportive hack.
As when the red dust starts to swallow the chosen track you hastily walk upon, And you note thunder starting its crackling through the sky ~ your ego retreats within, Surviving becomes the perceived motivation as your mind surrenders to one’s subconscious’s song, For you know a wrong turn in this moment could create challenges with a catastrophic spin, Thus navigating beyond this situation needs to return you swiftly to where you desire to belong.
So step by step/turn vie turn with an element of faith in your heart you walk on, Quintessentially returning to increasingly familiar surrounds ‘fore the downpour commences, Retrospectively pondering your perspective in a rather mindful manner now paramount, Until the seraphic aspect of venturing into the bushland once again overrides your senses, Degrading any personal evolution not steadfastly integrated into ones being…
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