Imagine for a moment, Your at a cozy quiet camp site, Deep in the Aussie bushland, Upon a damp, densely foggy morn…
Where the crisp morning air is what fills your lungs, As you venture out of your cozy warm swag into the fog, Taking a moment to revive the campfires coals, 'Fore finding a spot to sit upon a sturdy bark free log…
The fire soon enough starts warming the air in reach, And provides the heat needed for your morning warm beverage of choice, As you sip slowly birdsong breaks through the bush lands silence, ‘Tis nothing short of seraphic to hear their orchestral voice.
Then as the 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 throughout your being then outward, Slowly driving back the surrounding fog cover, ‘Till there’s no chance of it returning today ‘till night-covers bombard…
Thus in the soul healing warmth of the early morn’s sun, One sits sipping seraphically one’s warm beverage, Absorbing the bliss of one’s bushland surrounds, Knowing for this day ‘tis now an abundance of bliss that has leverage…
When mother nature throws us her extremes, Most flail, hide, or at least follow the advice of guidance… Whilst she uproots/scorches/deluges all we know around us, In her uncontrollable, destructive ~ though beautiful dance.
Yet amongst us lies a minority of often unseen hero’s, Those whom champion their determined grit above the rest, Always there to bolster those of us left vulnerable, In the face of Mother Natures more destructive types of quest.
They’re the one’s always to be found within the forefront, Helping others when extreme elements come into play, The backbone of most voluntary emergency services, A vital part of our communities often overlooked in a way…
Thus let us all take a moment to acknowledge these everyday warriors, Whom would be by our side should we ever be of their need, Raring to their opportunity to lend their helping hand, Be it by placing sandbags, clearing debris or organising a feed…
For in the face of Mother Nature we’re just like every other species, Despite our ability to create so much polar to her natural, Yet with those around ready to help all within in her path, That truly can make us be perceived as just that little more impactful.
Imagine a moment; You’re in the darkness of the earths crust, A seed - knowing of no light, 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, All the while being fueled by the abundant energy of the surrounding soil, That strengthens the deeper its connection becomes to nearth…
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?
When life pushes one’s goals aside, One may think they’ve fallen from their ride, Yet with the right guidance all’s far from lost, For creatin’ one’s best life can be embossed…
From being one who’s an over stressed night owl, Whom bounces from task to task with a scowl, One can metamorphose into a morning delight, With a touch of work and some resonant guiding insight.
Though the journey creatin’ ones best life’s, Not always artistic like prose, It's bound to have some moments or weeks, With thorns in ones plans like the branch of a rose…
Yet when we take a moment to examine our restricting perspectives of old, Release them and follow the guidance we seek out bestowed, ’Tis truly possible to redesign/evolve/recreate one’s life's mould, In a way once in place enhances one’s quest to gold…
And once the habits become natural, Good days shall be what flows, ’Tis nothing short of magic seeing, What from a month of challenging work grows…
For if one concretes element’s into one’s day, They can continue with ease, Regardless of what may try to shake things up… Thus supporting one’s ability to stay in a state of flow, For as long as one cares to please…
So for those on the fence seeking days more seraphic, Balanced in a way that in the long term can stick, That allows quintessential moments to actually connect with family/friends each day, Just carve out the moment it takes to learn and start implanting elements for it TODAY!
We all know life has it’s challenges, They help us grow and evolve on our rollercoaster of life, Yet some of us enjoy making challenges for ourselves, And then persevere through the mayhem and self created strife…
This forces an extravagant ‘makeover’ if you will, In an array of life’s many facets for them, Depending on how far they persevere beyond perceived limits, Shall decide whatever from they’re successes will ultimately stem.
For ’tis not just those we see highlighted in the news, Or the successful business CEO’s in city’s ever busy, But those that seem near invisible living an illusion of comfort, That put themselves in that position in a way that seems dizzying.
For this world has an abundance of stories ~ most unknown, Of people among us that have gone from variations of poverty to comfortable bliss, Through pushing themselves deliberately beyond levels of normal sane limits, Giving themselves an edge most would fall short of or altogether miss…
So here’s to those that persevere through all they create and encounter, Whilst pushing their way through their untold inspiring quest! May you see success more smoothly in whatever it be you’re trying to manifest, And continue inspiring those that watch you sloughing away to have a go at trying to do their best!
Challenges, they’re something that all must face, Be one human, gazelle or ancient tree deep in a forest thick, They help us to grow and evolve into stronger versions of ourselves, So that in this world our lives can continue to stick.
However overcoming challenges with grace ’tis an art form, That many a beings comfort zone would prefer not need learn, Despite being necessary to survive closer to a new level of comfort, There are times some prefer to sit back and watch everything burn.
Yet even those burning challenges with a tantrum, Have an element of art to their a touch more destructive work, For in this vast universe one thing can for certain be observed most everywhere, And that is an element of the universe’s artwork in all things always shall lurk.
For across a vast scorching desert one can find artistic elements, In the way the sand’s been blown into dunes and waves, Icicles may be jagged, pristine or crackled reflecting rainbows, Much like the crystals ever deep within natural formed caves.
Thus when facing a challenge seemingly too much for ourselves, Perhaps a controversial least alternate perspective we may need to hear, Lies in us all being elements of our rather epic universe’s artwork, ‘Fore we decide where in our challenging moment it is we shall steer.
When we look at all that we may have, And take note of that in which we don’t, We may find our minds can wallow a tad in our lacking, To the point of distracting us from what we have, Planting a seed of inadequacy in any thoughts yet honed…
This seed in turn can ripple out into our lives, Creating a mental focus in many an area of lack, If we don’t find a way to extinguish this mentality with haste, It can create chaos and deprivation beyond polar to our desires, Even turning away those that have always had our back…
However if in our moment of mental inadequacy, We look at our lives and note all we have in this moment, A very different direction shall define our thoughts, Guiding our way with a humbling dose of gratitude, Thus bringing the element of abundance into a component.
For when the element of abundance defines ones mindset, One sees everything one happens to possess, In a light that attracts to one more prosperity, Healing ones energetic heart and mind more in each moment, ‘Till one glows bold and bright in devine quintessence.
Though this doesn’t mean one should ignore, Whatever it may be that one is lacking… By all means take a moment to note it but then refocus, For ’tis rarely a mindset of lack that prospers, But those that can send thoughts of inability packing.
Thus why we need radiate our quintessence from thoughts ’n’ heart, Confidently shining positively our ability to transpire, With a grateful subtle pride in all it is we have, Knowing we always have an abundance of whatever we need, In turn effortlessly attracting more of what we truely desire.
When the words flow from ones brain onto paper One can be sure to think there’ll be mess, And yet more oft' then not ’tis pure magic, Thus is just how I personally write I confess.
For while some prefer planning and sculpting, Endless research and contemplating… There’s nothing quite as Devine as just sitting, And letting the words flow like water in a storm - not debating. 🙂
Writing is an art, and a most enchanting one, That lets one’s beholder cast the pictures in their mind, Taking them further each time through their own evolution, Whilst evolving the writer beyond their current point in kind.
Though at times writing can be a most frustrating event, When the words shan’t flow on the cue that we’d like, Pens run out of ink, devices go flat, the stream of words block, or life just happens to decide to block our delight…
Yet letter vie letter in each written moment, The enchanting magic of when the words flow, Can take all they reach onward seraphically or not. For it all depends what the writer shall have for them this time in stow…
When not a leaf is moving, And the day is sticky and thick, The heat's so dense it’s hard to breathe, As one contemplates lazing round near in the nick…
No bird is stirring though the midst of the day, ’Tis too dry and hot even for them, The flys though are out in force to drive most mad, However ’tis not a horror story from which this stems…
’Tis but a normal late spring/summers day in the outback, The sort of midday that blisters and burns, Australia into being the Sunburnt Country, When it's beaches and wintertime for which one yearns.
Thus when not a moment too late a glimpse of a breeze, Bring’s a micro glimmer of reliefs hope to all, One revels in it’s gentle kiss guiding the gum leaves to dance, From ground to tip it illusions a slight sway to the call.
Though soon the breeze light strengthens boldly, Lifting the top layer of dust in it’s path, As it strengthens to blow a rage through the bush, Leaving near no debris in it’s aftermath…
And yet as it roars through the scrub, One can’t help but notice how much it sounds like the ocean, Rising and crashing like waves on beach rocks, Although it be leaves here in motion.
The Poetic Life 2.0 