When the sun is furthest from it’s peak - yet still high enough to light one’s way, Venturing upon a well marked track into the Australian Bushland on foot, May be the grounding element one needs to not only exercise their body, But reset one’s mental perspective; clearing unnecessary thoughts at play.
For irrespective any apanthropic tendencies one may have - seraphic time in nature, Disconnected from civilisation to take a long slow breath and a moment to just be, Can ripple throughout ones life without further deliberate effort from your conscious mind, Allowing mindfulness a chance to embrue a subconscious perception as an increasing overture.
Hence taking a moment to not just walk but to notice the environment one walks through, Opening yourself to energetically feel all within your aura and the vibration they emit towards you, The smell of the plants clearing your senses; alerting you to dampening changes in weather before it’s cue, Animals in the area leaving remnants to remind you that you’re far from alone with many a clue.
Thus note the dirt beneath your feet and it’s ability to inform you of the usage of your chosen track, The story it can tell providing more than an element of knowledge but a necessary warning, For one’s very survival may be at risk if signs of danger are seen yet unacknowledged, Depending on where your preference to walk lies ignorance could have you never getting back.
Therefore a bush walk amongst the magic of Australia’s breathtaking bushland ’tis a mindful practice, Requiring knowledge of one’s environment and it’s energetics to be an essential guide, A lackadaisical mindset needing to evolve swiftly to enjoy the full experience one can find, Once aligned in connection rather than plowing onwards with little more than increasing endurance.
Once the sun has lowered beyond the tree line and the sky has darkened into night, Lady Luna begins to rise; a cooling golden sliver ‘till as an orb soothes her fans delight, Hence much like your favourite beverage with each sip aromatically flooding your senses, The moon’s light can bathe your soul in a style that can energetically melt through your defences…
As from first you notice her rising ever slowly over the horizon especially in a full peaking glory, Bathing your aura then face irrespective how chaotically intense may have been your past days story, Your mind when focussed on the golden glow the full moon tends to emanate when first she rise, Soothes ones thoughts and diminishes stresses for at least the mindful moment in which your perspective resides.
Thus the longer you rest in the light of the moon the more one can energetically restore, Illuminating element by element at a speed most wouldn’t choose initially to implore, Yet Lady Luna’s tendency to attract those whom are truely in need of her invitation to explore, A quiet replenishing moment to reflect and realign as she holds you seraphically once more.
Therefore beneath the stars strewn across the clear navy sky perhaps by a campfire you can safely rest, Knowing for now you can enjoy a reprieve from lucubrating away in an attempt to beat your best, As the moonlight creeps well over the tree line; illuminating you from the thoughts in your head Easing the weight from your shoulders and chest ‘till at least for now tension has fled.
Replenishing you akin resting on a moon powered wireless charger as it reaches your solar point, Grounding as it continues guiding you to realign ‘till it’s light kisses your feet in a balancing adjoint, Leaving you knowing this seraphic moment can continue for as long as you choose to allow, In a way perfectly repeatable with a moments remembrance after you decide to end this one now.
Darkness; It can creep into our thoughts then into our lives pretty easily, Creating challenges increasingly heavy until they fester into physical chaos, Once taken root transmuting it lighter can seem a bigger challenge than letting it stay, Hence why some embrace it; allowing it for a time to evolve thru their lifestyle’s emboss, Even if they know how to transmute it polar it overrides with permission ‘till they’re strength carves a way.
Much akin a thunderstorm; darker moments can create a clearer path for light to flow, Harshly revealing exactly what one need adjust for brighter moments to gain strength, Though the greater one need evolve the harder shall be the darkening undertow, The more challenging it’s transmuting storm shall have to rage on at length, For a dust storm shan’t deflect but block ones view if rain doesn’t clear one’s ability to see the rainbow.
Furthermore the uniqueness of all may play a part but the intention of method be fundamental, To transmute a thunderstorm to showers and rainbows one need transcend in a way not quite monumental, Through a ritual that flows simply yet effectively with a style seamlessly incremental, Customised to your challenge in this moment once you’ve uncovered the core of the darkened temperamental, That can allow you to evolve into a lighter perspective aligned to your core which is divinely elemental.
Thus define your dark; uncover it’s core, grab your beverage of choice and begin! The core element of near all dark has light so take take in the aroma from your drink, Allow your thoughts to venture - let them confine the dark to one clear thought herein, Ponder what lies polar to it: what holds your dark element at bay or can flush it swiftly down the sink? And how can you anchor your light into your life so next time darkness has a harder time creeping in?
For once a storm has passed all lie aware that there will come a time a storm shall come again, It may be of differing intensity or style however the storms passed reveal new ways for one to be prepared, Hence with every darkened moment one’s enlightened anchoring should strengthen effectively, Easing ones ability to highlight when ’tis needed so moment’s of darkened upheaval can be swiftly repaired, Returning one to a more seraphic lighter moment anchored in ones perception of light prospectively.
This post, just like all here upon The Poetic Life 2.0 is only designed to ENERGETICALLY SUPPORT, ENTERTAIN and INSPIRE. Thus is not a substitute for medical advice: Hence whenever you’re in need of medical attention please seek a qualified medical professional for that you require!
Daily writing prompt
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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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