Category: Bush poetry

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A Meditative Moment by an Outback Style Morning Campfire…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

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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.
Adjourn For More Meditative Moments in the Australian Bush

For those that prefer to watch/listen… I hope you enjoy this variant!

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments

A Cleansing Mini Mindful Moment of Natural Renewal in the Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Imagine in this moment you’re a tall gumtree in Australia’s Outback,
You’ve endured loosing leaves in droughts where red dust chokes,
Protected an abundance of others through many a blistering summer,
Blossomed beyond what ones imagination could ever possibly evoke.

The world around you is serene though dry ~ grasses have all hayed off,
There’s nothing but the most established flora and luckiest of fauna to be found,
The dust is coating everything again ~ breezes cannot even blow it completely away,
The air is thick with not just dust but ’tis humid to the point theres near not a sound…

For the sky o’er head is not blue but the darkest of greys,
Bringing an element of hope that the dust shall adjourn to memories forays,
As the clouds burst forth needed rains to quench all for days,
A welcome reprieve for all whom have the ability to survive through natures displays.

Eventually the irritating dust settles under a cooling watery mist,
That gradually increases to rinse the dust from heavy almost crispy leaves,
Pacing itself ‘till it reaches the deepest points of even the thickest debris,
Washing away blockages so deeply hidden they’re unknown ~ making space anew for fresh air’s heaves…

Raindrop by raindrop this moment continues with a gentle cooling breeze,
Gently rinsing ‘till refreshed even the most stagnant areas of ones soul,
Revitalising all it seeps into whilst cleansing all whom are upon this area of earth,
So one may enter a cycle of thriving once again within ones beings role.
Adjourn for more moments for your mind

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment of Aligning Polarities Amidst a Heatwave

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When temperatures average well above 40 right through most of the day,
Finding ways to survive can be a challenge on its own let alone keeping cool,
Thus when cooling elements are found differences can be at times ignored,
Irrespective it be a river/sprinkler/air conditioning or lounging by a pool…

For ’tis true not just for people when roads start becoming a sticky mess as they melt,
But for those seeking a cooler moment in the ever interesting animal kingdom too,
As in times like these ’tis nothing for birds to bring their babies to rest in the sprinklers mist with the cat,
Cautiously trusting they’re safe though seemingly knowing if they give him his space it’ll hold true.

Or a flock of magpies to join the bush doves and younger kangaroos in a damper spot,
Where water has sat after rain or from sprinklers in the heat of the morn before,
As aligning polarities amidst a heatwave means so many more can continue to survive,
Even if it means kingfishers and magpies taking turns so all get their cooler times galore!

For keeping cool amidst a heat wave in the outback ’tis near an art,
And in its mastering one can make all the difference to all whom thrive,
Whilst as humans we can only observe and support the ways the wildlife seraphically align,
Their polar lifestyles perspectives in a way that allows all cooling moments within their stride!
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Birdwatching in the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
If one were to venture into or visualise a shrubby area of the Australian Outback,
Then take a slowed deep breath whilst finding themselves a comfortable spot to stay awhile,
One may experience an abundance of enchanting things that most on a bush walk,
Would pass by with minimal notice due to their focus and walking style…

Such as the colourful wrens and finches whom flit through the bushes with grace,
Shade spectrum’s of violet thru blue ~ yellow, shades of brown and reds too,
Hopping from branch to twig near unnoticeable to the alternatively distracted eye,
Like fairies going about their day through the blue grey bushes where we’ve near not a clue.

For bright green parrots and budgies may be obvious as the fly by our heads,
And cockatoos in their colourful array are as easy to spot as the Major Mitchel and Galah,
Yet the likes of the bush doves and honeyeaters join the smaller kingfishers in being lesser seen by far.

As to experience the delight of seeing one of these more infinitesimal varieties of birdlife hidden away,
One need be mindful of the seraphic location and be quietly lackadaisical yet alert to their way,
For if one can venture beyond the illusion of these delightful beings being rare,
One may be in for an enchanting experience that can be mystifyingly magical to compare!
Adjourn to enjoy more Poetic mindfulness Moments

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Amongst Wonders of the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When one ventures into the Australian Outback,
Red sand often lies beneath one’s feet with clear blue skies overhead,
Whilst the plant life tends to bring it’s blue grey backdrop,
Unless it’s autumn or spring and the wild flowers bloom painting a floral rainbow instead…

Thus in midsummer when the gum’s finished blooming - ’tis too hot anytime but dusk and dawn,
To venture outside to enjoy the bushland without iced drinks and unavoidable sunburn…   
So in the momentary magical moment when ’tis daylight yet mildly cool,
One can venture into the Aussie bushland on clear tracks safely from the heat in turn.

For enjoying the cockatoos squawking from the tree they call home for the night,
Though nearly excruciatingly loud if theres more birds than tree ’tis certainly an unforgettable sight,
The breeze wisps through the tree leaves blowing the cares from your aura and mind,
And while ever the snakes and goannas steer clear of your path your far from in a bind.

Though one can often not smell much more than dust… unless rain’s nearby and gidgee wreaks,
Which would blast this moment far from the lackadaisical seraphic without a few imminent tweaks,
Thus otherwise onwards one ventures with a splashing of wonder, caution, and care,
Enjoying the bushland’s magic surrounding you with all it’s fascinating flair.

For to have a flock of wrens flit about their way through the bushes beside is a magical moment,
And to notice the array of plant variations in just one area can be near mind boggling,
As when one happens across a gidgee grove it can feel like a lost twisting ’n’ turning forest,
A field loaded with saltbush varieties ~ a dried swap of gumtrees ~ the diversities constantly toggling.

 Thus when ever one finds an appropriate moment to venture into the bushland of the Australian Outback,
Close your eyes, take a long slow breath, open your mind and go forth boldly,
As whether it be in the form of via a movie, meditation, or for those of us luckily enough to go in reality,
The magic and enchantment one can experience shall never be an element to pass one by coldly.
Adjourn To Venture further through bushland moments in your mind

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Appreciating an Outback Moon

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When ’tis summertime in the Australian Outback,
Water becomes life ~ be it water sports, drinks, or sprinklers…
Bush fires burn away debris, storms wreak havoc washing so much away,
And venturing outside in the over 40 degree midday is generally dodged by shade seekers…

Thus while the sun prefers set way after 8pm and children rebel going to bed,
One cannot help but enjoy the soft replenishing cool of the midnight moon,
Whilst she boldly illuminates the vast, clear, star strewn Outback skies,
Allowing all to work their nights away in the cooler weather as it looms.

For even on the darker nights when she shan’t shine as brightly,
The glow of the moon or lack of still brings her element though more lightly,
 Allowing all to take reprieve from the long days epically sweltering heat,
In turn in places bringing a welcomed chill that one gratefully finds sweet.

For ’tis when the plants come back to life after wilting in the sun all day,
The time when the animals enjoy coming out to eat and play,
As surviving the Australian Outback’s summer day’s an endurance task in the least,
Even for those designed to withstand the elements be they bird, plant or beast… 

Thus why in the summer the moon’s intensity shines so boldly a reprieve,
Allowing all to replenish their body’s and souls ‘fore in the morn she takes her leave,
As when the dawn chorus refreshed from a cooler night take their stage to gently sing,
The sun shall rise to announce again ’tis yet another long hot day now commencing.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Energetically Dissolving Layers of Illusion

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When 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 ~ let the day’s weight lighten for this moment,
And take a long slow deep breath in… then out ~ as ’tis a necessary component…

Now just picture yourself 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,
That the foggy illusion had covered which can now be known to you in abounds…

Yet one need always remember it takes more than just one moment,
To fully enlighten one to any well buried in illusion hidden component,
Each time does however reveal it further to your conscious perception,
Thus further extinguishing and in turn dissolving illusions deception.
Adjourn for further support and guidance through facing illusions

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Upon the Road

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Close your eyes a moment ~ picture yourself turning on your preference of vehicle,
The motor roaring to life near on your command ~ sorry this one won’t work too well with a bicycle…
You prepare whatever need be as the motor warms a touch to use with ease,
‘Fore venturing out of one’s parking place to wherever your mind shall please,
Those lucky enough to be out of town you know of watching the dust cloud trailing behind,
Though for those enjoying civilisation there’s a reason this is designed to be in your mind… 🙂

For when one’s driving in the smallest amount of bull dust even a kid on a push bike can make a scene,
And Machinery ‘tis slow enough it can at times make the untrained eye question if ’tis dust or where a fire’s been…
Thus as you drive to the conditions with dust trailing behind in a near unmistakable cloud,
Music though optional ’tis bound to be an element that’s fun and usually loud…

Eventually the rather fun road of dust and rocks unmistakably turns to one with tar,
Which if one’s got newer mud tyres on can make you question if something’s wrong with the car…
Experiencing the hum of the vehicle ~ irrespective of where you happen to sit,
Is one rather polar to boring if you actually tune your mind into it…
As a diesel engine irrespective the vehicle has a tendency to roar like a mechanical beast,
Though I’ve less knowledge of other variants I’ve heard those with the least ‘Dino juice’ roar the least..

Then the noise of the road can also vary insanely dependant on the quality of road and ones tyres…
Ie: muds on a chunky sealed road is from a nightmare whereas all terrains on a sweet smooth road has a dreamy hum to it’s outliers,
Thus to say the sounds of the road can be a hypnotic affair be they aloud,
Probably explaining why so many enjoy time behind the wheel or out on whichever road their life has them found…
Posted in Bush poetry, Poetry

Once Upon an Adventure…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Rubber to red sand whilst the sun’s just awake,
Summertime memories for children ’tis time to make,
Thousands of kilometres of bitumen lies further ahead,
Lacking phone reception creates an element to dread…

Yet once the wildlife adjourns to sleep for the day,
Only holes in the road and whining stands in your way,
For going anywhere from the outback ’tis an endurance task,
Despite the fun road trip element it is not something for the faint hearts.

Wheel turn by wheel turn passing only one or two others,
One may soon realise six hours have gone by in a blur,
You start questioning your sanity in deciding to undertake such a trip,
Though the reasons in their excited smiles give you a conclusion to concur…

Destination after destination filled with family/friends and fun,
A giant cow, extremely oversized fruit, and a golden guitar,
Winding by rivers along backroad’s albeit by accident,
Can make a bush to beach and back road trip more interesting by far!

Though there’s always an element of when wheels return to bull dust,
That makes coming home such a bittersweet delight,
Reducing future adventures plans to the back of one’s mind to lust,
As storm’s roll through rinsing them away from one’s conscious plans sight.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Walking Along a Dam Bank

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture yourself walking along the bank of a fresh water source,
’Tis irrelevant it be similar a lake, large pond or dam,
All’s needed is a vast element of a watery ecosystem with bushland beside,
For this moment to unveil it’s serene lackadaisical plan…

Now as you’re walking note the birds in the shrubbery and trees,
Whom are going about their day ignoring your proximity as they do as they please…
Cockatoo’s/galahs/parrots unmistakably coloured fly right overhead,
As you stroll along the bank that’s more often grey than red…

The odd larger fish swims paradoxical in the edge of the water,
For the ducks fishing for a meal nearby are too small for it to bother,
The hawks and eagles perched in the taller of trees however,
Make it’s decided swimming place seem rather far from clever…

You then notice a dragonfly hovering adjacent your current path,
Enchanted you watch as ’tis soon joined by another or few,
All zipping making them hard to follow then they hover or land as though on cue,
One lands on your arm ~ the buzzing of their wings making you laugh…

Eventually though like most things your seraphic walk along this bank,
Concludes as the sun sets too low to continue safely meandering,
Thus you return to your day with body and mind more open to self mastering,
Knowing your moment at least mentally in Mother Natures grasp has an element to thank.