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Exploring Nature’s Serenity thru a Mindfully Curated Meditative Compilation

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

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A Mini Mindful Moment Upon A Bushwalk…

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;

A Mini Mindful Moment at the Whims of a Breeze

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;

A Mini Mindful Moment Energetically Dissolving Layers of Illusion

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 Mini Mindful Moment Pondering the Facets of the Universe

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;

A Meditative Poetic Moment Caught in a Whirlwind

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…

Until the wind drops as through it never began…

A Mini Mindful Moment Sprouting…

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;

Why We Leave The Seraphic

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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A Mini Mindful Moment Perusing a Seraphic yet Mountainous Drive

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
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.
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A Mini Mindful Moment of Rejuvenating with the Beauty of Australian Bushland

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
If one were to venture into the Australian bush in early springtime one would find,
Near every plant preparing to turn the usually monotone blue grey hues,
Into an epic array of a colourful display ~ not limited to shades of yellow and pink,
But an abundance of white/orange/purple/red and even a delightful element of blues,
To entice and enchant all whom pause long enough to take a fragrant breath and notice.

For once cleansing rain storms clear the dust and winter debris from leaf tip through to roots deep in the soil,
Near invisible flower buds start to abundantly grow ~ at times in greater numbers than the plants have leaves,
Akin ones energetic core being rejuvenated and rippling out into ones physical glow as they toil,
Allowing denser elements to transmute into lighter styles cueing seraphic mental reprieves,
After one’s lucubrated time away throwing balance into too tight a stress fueling coil.

 Yet soon these buds have filled to the point they’re overflowing their protective ‘shell’,
Radiating their soon to bloom vibes throughout the bushland announcing spring’s to swell,
Like when one walks into a room uplifting it with their presence energetically cell by cell,
The flora’s enchanting it’s way through blooming enticing many an insect and more with its sweet fragrant smell,
As petal by petal unfurls in an outback and beyond perceptually endless bouquet for early springtimes spell.  

Allowing those whom can a decadent time to seraphically enjoy a walk through their display,
Replenishing from ones mind to soul given the moment to acknowledge their bud through bloom,
For one can witness their whole melodramatic cycle in mere metres if they care to mindfully foray,
By tree and under where hidden blossoms on often unnoticed ground covers loom,
Despite needing to stay aware of any young chicks and fauna protective parents are watching play.

‘Till eventually the flowers wilt and fall with the help of a warm yet often gentle evening zephyr,
Floating lackadaisically to the ground below reminding all of our physical being mortality,
Though the bushland will soon again bloom in kind ’tis time to prepare for the summers heat,
To prepare to endure the challenges of our lives after reaping from what we’ve tended through stability,
So we can grow/evolve beyond our current best ~ to bloom with increasing grandeur we’re unable to yet imagine…
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A Mini Mindful Moment Embracing Serenity through Relaxing in Nature

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
How do you relax?
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Envision in your mind a groves clearing ~ serene, untouched, seraphic.
With trees too thick to walk through and blooming,
Creating a delicate, earthy, sweet element for ones senses…
 The ground you see yourself standing upon ’tis covered in leaf litter,
Creating a dangerous element if one were to completely lower their defences.

Irrespective this thought breathe deeply ~ invite the breath to reach deep within,
Energetically clearing debris from your body as you ground yourself in this spot,
Birds singing nearby providing a melodic aspect as this meditative moment shall begin,
Resetting one’s mind to a place of calm ~ relieving unnecessary densities that thwart,
At least until ones day prevails thus take a slow sip of your favourite beverage and mentally relax for a moment herein…

Notice the trees: the texture of their bark, the flexible strength with which they stand,
How they’ve adapted to their location in a way they can thrive in complement to the land,
Standing tall enough to provide space for an abundance of others akin to supportively holding ones hand,
Protecting the younger whom seem to giggle at the prospect of a proud future far from bland,
As they grow and strengthen their place the deeper their roots delve into the sand…

Like the trees we too must allow our energetic tendrils to spiral out,
Finding their way through the plethora of debris and others to secure our place,
Deeply entwined within the energetic elements of our stunning mother earth we need maintain a route,
Ensuring we’re grounded as we flow through each moment at a divinely timed pace,
Connected in a balanced, aligning way that’s increasingly freeing our path from doubt.

Hence as one’s relaxing moment grounding here amongst the trees draws to a close,
Ensure you’ve noted how you’re feeling ~ the weight of your hair that tangles as the breeze blows,
How your breath cools your nose/throat/deep into your lungs and how your spine may tingle,
The positioning of your stance whilst your legs hold you ~ strong and flexible much like the trees trunks,
Whilst you note the sound of the leaves and twigs you crunch underfoot with every step you mingle.
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A Poetic Moment Pondering how Life is Akin to an Outback Banana Vine

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
If one were to venture into the Australian Bushland chances are you’d find,
A delightfully greenish wild bush banana growing it’s ever entwining vine…
Now whilst it’s not that unknown for its place as a bush tucker delight,
Have you ever taken the time to truly let yourself be enchanted by it’s design?
Fully supported by those around it climbing inch by inch skywards and out,
Rather spindly and near unnoticeable when not directly in ones focuses line…

As all life like the vine ’tis never a straight path ~ but twists and twines through shadow and light,
Unfurling wherever it needs like the vine creeping over and through any obstacles it may face,
Often unable to pursue goals when attempting to go alone upon their quests plight, 
Climbing easier through challenges when supported by another’s stronger grace,    
Delicate but gaining strength from those whom enjoy this gentle beings energetic might,
Encouraging it’s progressive evolution as it seraphically sprouts at it’s own unique pace.

For much like the vine inching skywards we cannot see the next obstacle we must climb,
We may sense it when close ~ as it nears within the rhythm of our resonances chime,
But as we venture through our lives like a vine we’re never going for long in a straight line,
As the choices we make from challenges and desires mould the path of our soul sublime,
Irrespective of our destined purpose we grow and evolve with each breath our lungs entwine,
Overcoming debris and striving towards our light ‘till blinded at the end of our physical time…

Hence we learn our route like vines ~ energetic tendrils constantly tasting our options ahead,
Scouting our ideal path through so we may learn and grow as we need whilst we unfurl,
Reaching for support from others at times when we otherwise shall flail with dread,
Ideally learning to flow with a fragment of alignment with the ocean of beings around us as we energetically spiral and twirl,
Grounded by our physical selves regardless of how lightly we aim for our impact to tread,
Forever evolving from each moment we experience not that polar akin to a pearl.

Thus like a vine one should endeavour not to rush ~ but reach/listen vibrationally/grow around that we cannot budge,
Allowing life to seraphically guide rather than force our way through disconnected from our inner core, 
Always developing our minds to enhance the expansion of our perception even when our conscious opinions vastly differ,
Flourishing only when divine timing blesses us with conditions perfect for what our unseen path holds in store,
Which for some can create internal challenges rather undesirable as quests towards dreams constantly stray,
Blinding them to the beautiful life they already have ~ the abundance/prosperity/love/achievements they’ve already manifested galore.
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A Poetic Moment Pondering how Listening to Your Body is a Path to Wellness

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?
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Wellness, ’tis a delicate balance that is often swayed when one looses the rhythm of their life’s dance,
Yet often we get busy and overlook what our whole being needs holistically to maintain our alignment to it’s beat,
Pushing to achieve in a way we were never supposed to ~ disconnected not just from our core,
But from our entire being! Unable to notice it’s cries ‘till they’re symptoms in a viscous and often expensive cycles feat.

For our bodies keep score with scars and lessons guiding our souls script for our lives,
Thus if we choose to refuse to listen to our script we can find ourselves amidst challenges seemingly never ending,
Needing an abundance of supportive elements just for one to continue at least the illusion of being one that thrives,
Despite spiralling into a disconnected whirlpool often accompanied with expenses near never ending.

As our bodies energetically whisper what they need before they scream in physical pain, 
Like an alarm that’s gradually increasing ~ hoping to alert our rather stressed and distracted brain,
Irrespective of deadlines/schedules and the to-do lists you may believe are important to obtain,
However if we ignore our body to chase our chosen hustle what do we truely actually gain?  

Hence maintaining balance though ‘tis delicate is often not always something one needs to find,
But what one need remember to adhere by listening out for when our bodies notify us that it’s strayed,
Even if it be as simple as following strategies like drinking enough water to quench ones thirst at least in your mind,
Or inhaling a meditative breath taking note that your amazing body has endured everything that your life thus far has parlayed…   

For energetically; healing has no destination ~ ’tis a reconnection to ones holistic soul,
Rebuilding fragment by fragment from the centre of ones divine core outwards entwining with all,
Thus remember that first one needs to listen to their body then allow it’s guidance to flow,
Evolving lifestyle and perspective respectively according to the aligning action it happens to call.
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A Poetic Reminder that Finding Balance Includes Embracing Rest in a Chaotic Life

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
On the days one finds their flow a little clunky ~ a little dull, near hazy yet ironic…
It may just be a simple ebb to the flow of ones chaotic norm allowing one a moment to rest,
A simple lull though it may leave one feeling like there is something missing ~ something off,
As if an element has been overlooked within this current moment upon ones lifelong quest,
Yet even once one uncovers this balancing perspective and convinces it to your mind,
It may still be a challenge to be a touch lackadaisical despite knowing in this moment ’tis rest that may be best…

Hence rather than resting one may start adding elements to the void the lull’s created,
Often things irrelevant in the long term or necessary for a different future moment,
Causing a type of procrastination in a style that seems slightly destructive when later debated,
Irrespective the importance of the side quest ones chosen to undertake instead of a replenishing component,
For even the most delightful aspect of what ones chosen to do that leaves one adequately elated,
Still drains ones being further ~ rather than energetically recharging one’s being for their next task style opponent.

Thus if one cannot ‘switch off and allow their being time to replenish with any element of ease,
Perhaps finding a meditative task to balance ones flow with a relaxing style of task may bring a greater please,
As sprinkling ‘tasks’ akin to disconnected yet mindful tea time can be enough to sway ones mental load to appease,
The stresses that weigh one towards burnouts grasp threatening one to be crawling into bed completely quanked on their knees,
Wishing they’d taken that lackadaisical moment when life’s load was light to read ‘neath the trees,
Yet when the next lull arrives they will probably once again find a way to push rather than chill leaving replenishment once again a thought upon the breeze…
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A Poetic Moment Pondering Enchanting One’s Perspective of Daily Mindful Self-Care Practices to Restore Balance

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
How do you practice self-care?
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What if ones quiet moments are more than ones escape to replenish?
What if they’re rebellious acts in a demanding world where burn out claims many trying to survive?
Filled with rituals casting spells that give you the strength to endure what you’re far from designed to,
With potions that ignite the senses in a way that allows connection to yourself and bliss to derive,
Whilst enhancing your ability to flow through overwhelming situations in a way seemingly seraphic,
Empowering onlookers to enchant their own slower styles of perceived chaotic with at least an illusionary way to thrive.

For when one lights an evening candle with an intentional thought/wish/prayer,
It brings focus to ones mind and adds to ones ability to manifest with repetition,
Dragging your concentration into alignment with your desires whilst paving a moment of mental self care,
Relieving ones mind from the days abundance of chaotic overstimulating competition,
In a seraphic peiskos style which energetically strengthens the longer into a flame you stare,
Quintessentially aligning you with a freshly cleansed path of connection to ones cores intuition. 

Whilst an aromatic cup of tea can turn our rushing world into a slower motion,
Every replenishing sip becoming a revolution of quiescences mindful pause,
Infusing your senses with unique physical and energetic vibrational therapeutics to relieve the grasp of any commotion,
Each scent filled breath cleansing away debris that blocks your flow and abhors,
Thus when ’tis a daily ritual undertaken with intention ~ apart of ones lifestyle designs component of self devotion,
It can be mindfully soothing for your fried nervous system allowing your entire being time to relax and hence restores.   

However self-care isn’t always a still moment cultivating inner piece in quiescence,
Some find their moment in the roar of a motor or the invigorating gallop of a horse in nature to be,
Whilst creatives often find meditative qualities in their art forms flow;
Discovering what works for you is a quest that may be inspired by others but ’tis always yours uniquely,
Entwined only in ways that work in alignment for your specific style of life,
Becoming ultimately easier when your passions ignite through your inner healing work creating days less chaotic in perspective thus free.
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A Poetic Mindful Moment of Letting Go Through Enhancing Your Healing Journey with Fire

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When ones past no longer serves them ’tis time to release it into the void for transformation,
From the silent scattering of embers glowing in the darkness of ones often overloaded mind,
Creating space to ignite ones healing so one can gain an element of seraphic inner peace,
Though it can be an extensive process that may hurt at times requiring one to be extra kind,
’Tis far from a solo healing moment and complete ~ more a self care ritual to bring into ones flow for a time,
As with each breath one ventures deeper becoming freer from the unaligned that hauntingly remind...

Thus as one lights a match to create their flame in which to cast the fragments held within that energetically decay,
Each flame fuelled all the further with each thread one selects to burn,
‘Till the warmth reaches clear to ones core ~ energetically cleansing whilst you stay,
Watching each orange toned spark rise cooling to ash in the air holding enchantment by each swirl and turn,
Symbolic of each element you release to the flames crackling variant of soiree,
Freeing you fragment by fragment from the no longer resonant unaligned which hold nothing more for one to learn.

Hence be thy flame a candle/campfire or visualised within your mind,
Breathe. Let the flames incinerate all that no longer serves you ~ let it burn away their bind,
‘Till you reach the balancing moment the fire’s warmth to ones core has divined, 
Energetically transmuting all you release to a more aligned variant to remind,
When reminiscent of the highlights of which constantly are falling further behind,
Lessons learned now applied habits or memories forming ones foundations 
on which you’ve dined...

For in the seraphic dance of the flame one can ponder that which only fire can whisper,
As it speaks in energetic tongues of light that need one to surrender a moment to hear,
Each practice clearing further ones path to being a more aligned and talented listener,
Allowing one quintessential elements to energetically design a lifestyle for yourself that only you can steer,
However only through first releasing/burning away all that’s unaligned to your core’s signature,
Can one be freed from past elements enough to live a style of life you can truely endear…

Thus let the flames burn said debris so your soul can be unveiled and shine,
Leave your dense contractive past in the ashes and journaled in diaries lined,
Declare that the ancient element of flame can transmute your unnecessary energetic array that holds you from being your self,
So that you can to aspects polar to your desires be just a touch less entwined, 
Flowing through future moments in a way that’s divinely grounded yet connected,
Free from past disconnections. Cleansed of energetic debris. Mentally replenished and aligned.
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A Poetically Mindful Moment Rejuvenating Your Spirit through The Watching of a Flame.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When one feels drained ~ quanked to the core thus needing to recharge their spirit,
Discovering a way that works perfectly for your whole being,
May be as simple as taking a moment to sit with a beverage in hand,
Whilst watching a flame flicker for a stilled moment though fleeting,
Irrespective it be with others around a campfire or watching a candles flame solo,
The effects of taking a deep breath by a flame ‘tis an act of self care many a soul find replenishing…

For when one’s struggling to concentrate the simple seraphic strategy of regularly watching a flame,
’Tis an enchanting mindful practice enhancing ones mental focus and stamina to endure,
Increasing in turn ones ability to concentrate on ones task at hand with greater cognitive game,
Allowing ones ability to lucubrate to evolve quintessentially far from the lackadaisical and obscure,
Though while in the moment it may be a polar outcome from one’s intentional replenishing aim,
Energetically recharging one’s being by a campfire’s flame is never a dull or wasted overture. 

Thus eventually with practise one can transform fireside moments into a mindful journeys path,
Incorporating it into one’s lifestyle as a wellness necessity for mental self care like many an empath,
As when one’s mind is clear ~ by the warmth of a flame we gain an element of clarity allowing us to be more present in the moment than walking a strath,
Free from the stresses and chaotic challenges of life’s ever continual and demanding wrath,
Whilst we bask in the deepening effects of a fires intense debris burning energetic bath,
‘Fore we return to our lives to endure once again as a glowing, replenished/restored being ready to face the aftermath.  

Eventually, the continued practise of watching a flame will bring one immense peace within,
Enhancing the more spiritual aspects of ones lifestyle through it’s meditative qualities once reaching a level of mastery,
Allowing one to reflect even deeper into themselves and life beyond through a new found focus’s spin,
Though not all shall deliberately endeavour such an outcome it may still have accidental elements align adequately,   
Cleansing and reconnecting one energetically to themselves and our planet each time they do opt to watch a flame therein,
However, the more one practises the stronger their abilities grow ~ ‘till they don’t even need a flame just their mind to undertake this rather thoroughly…  

Hence next time you find yourself entranced by the warmth of a fires flickering flame,
Allow yourself to just be and see the outcomes you personally get to obtain,
For unless you happen to get too close a flame can only energetically replenish and clear your path,
And watching anything in a mindful manner ’tis increasingly known to support the function of ones brain,
Thus do enjoy the seraphic peiskos and reap the quintessential affects from initial sparks ’til the coals glow and flames wane…
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