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Posted in Bush poetry, meditate, Mindful Moments

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

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A Meditative Poetic Moment of Christmas Magic

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Adjourn below to listen rather than read

Welcome to this meditative moment of Christmas magic!
Thus close your eyes a moment and take a slow deep breath - let the chaos blur,
 ‘Till ’tis but the white noise of life in the background… Equally slowly release your breath.
Allowing it to blow away the dense stresses you’ve been bottling away inside to stir…

Now picture a big beautiful Christmas tree,
Laden with an abundance of decorations and twinkling lights,
There’s a huge pile of perfectly wrapped gifts placed beneath,
And the atmosphere is enhanced with quiet carols and smells of fresh baked delights.

The scene is one certainly festively seraphic, 
Though for too many getting it to this point can be nothing short of graphic,
To pull it together amongst budgets, kids schedules and crazy traffic,
Making reaching this moment with minimal broken nothing short of terrific!

Thus raise a glass to yourself and enjoy a treat!
You’ve earned it for enduring through creating this scene so sweet,
Knowing that very soon it shall look polar opposite to this neat,
But the magic is that you can smile and enjoy the next elements feat.

For as those you love gather round and find their comfy place,
Excitement and anticipation weave into the seraphic atmosphere their taste,
Children’s increasing enthusiasm ripples from their little bodies like a lidless glitter jar,
Dissolving any grinchiness in those nearby them lackadaisically basking in the tree-lights star.

The first gift is all not a moment too soon passed to a child,
They rip the wrapping paper off - confettiing it in an excited manner far from mild,
Their eyes sparkling as they reveal the before unknown gift that was hidden away,
Then becoming impatient for the next gift and the chance with this new item to play.

You look on as the children continue ripping paper from presents,
The mess all the paper is making starts creating an element of frustration within,
You put in all that work and now it is hard to focus on allowing their overflowing delight to win,
Thus you take a moment to breathe, though in releasing your growing frustration it barely dents.

Then as if divinely guided your focus shifts to the still on gifts paper,
Almost in a slowed trance you watch others peel back tape and unfold precise creases,
The confetti soon seems irrelevant - the messes hold on you lessens ‘fore it altogether ceases,
Returning the magical element to this once again joyful quintessentially Christmas caper.

Thus present vie present you watch layer by layer of gifts well wrapped be unveiled,
With each passing moment your ability to care for the mess dissolves into the abyss it’s now sailed,
The twinkle of lights glimmer off the red of your wine - whilst the brandied fruit cake aroma aligns and blends,
’Tis fast evolving into a more than magical moment of bliss around this tree with your family and friends.

You’re soon passed a gift thus peel back the tape / untie the curled ribbon with a touch of care,
Thoughts venturing to Christmas’s past when you were one of the kids ripping through the paper with flair,
And how you’ve evolved through your life's many challenges to come to this point of such expected decorum,
Creates a sense of wonder and reflection whilst you devour a chocolate ball infused with a touch of rum.

Eventually the chaos of this Christmas moment subsides - all dissipating to their next element of the day,
You take a long deep breath and slowly survey the once perfectly pristine room,
It’s still there despite it’s post apocalyptic, wrapping paper and packaging explosion resemblance,
Thus as you tidy you guide your thoughts to all the joy the paper unveiled rather than the task at hands gloom…

For like every day of life Christmastime also needs to be kept within it’s balance,
Overdone festivities without moments to breathe and realign are bound to create overwhelm within,
Thus is why a task like picking up gift wrappings or clearing the table with maybe only one or two other people is vital,
It can make all the difference to ones holiday seasons mental survival…

And eventually when the paper is cleared and the delightful picturesque Christmas scene returns,
You can just soak in the all the warmth and bliss this seraphic festive environment has left to offer you,
Before adjourning lackadaisically to your own next element this Christmas has in store,
Whilst noting ’tis never a quiet idea to gift a child of any age something like a kazoo!

Thus back into this holiday a touch renewed you can now go,
Irrespective it be one pristine/ sandy/ dust filled or covered in snow,
Knowing the balance you can create throughout the upcoming year,
’Tis possibly the greatest gift one can impart to another dear. 

I do hope you have enjoyed this Christmastime moment
 and have a harmonious as possible festive season!
Adjourn for more moments of Bliss

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A Meditative Poetic Moment Finding the Light

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Adjourn below to listen to the guided variation.

As we venture this moment into the darkness of the earths crust,
A tiny seed loaded with potential can be found - knowing of no light,
For ’tis blissfully ignorant of what shall promptly be in store,
When it breaks through the comfort of the ground with all its might…

Thus enjoy it’s moment in the comforting darkness,
Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath,
‘Till it feels as if it could overflow or burst,
Yet takes another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.

Then the tip of a shoot breaks through 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… the seed is actually 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…

Thus whilst winding roots start securing it within the soil, 
As deep as it can extend physically then energetically beyond,
It’s delicate shoot that’s venturing skyward breaks through the top crust,
Unfurling its tiny new stem and leaf like a freshly formed frond.

Basking in the morning light with a dew drop coated leaf,
Warming as the sun creeps slowly higher into the sky,
Another leaf soon begins emerging from deep within,
As it lackadaisically grows bit by bit a little more high…

Eventually our little seed - now a full grown plant,
Reaches the point in which it starts to form many a bud,
Soaking in the absorbent light from both moon and sun,
Whilst still drawing sustenance to it’s core from the nights cool mud.

So ’tis with roots deeply connected towards our earths comforting core,
And it’s leaves reaching high into the healing warm light of the sun,
Delicately each aromatic petal of every bud unfolds to bloom,
For as long as need be... 
‘Till it’s time ’tis done...

Then comes the moment it’s petals shall wilt and leaves shall fall,
As it seraphically returns to the earth it was born,
And just like the last breath that left ones lungs,
It has now aligned to the wind - hence gone.
Adjourn for moments of bliss

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A Meditative Poetic Moment Caught in a Whirlwind

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

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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?

Adjourn for further poetic moments of bliss

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