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Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments

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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Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Contemplating A Page of Potential 

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
A page, as fresh and unmarked as the skin of a new born babe,
’Tis a symbol of pure potential that can be filled with imagination boundless,
For it is a clean slate awaiting to be filled with one’s creation,
Which never can be wasted even when it’s deemed a mess.

Even a page one may consider to be trash bound,
Has had epochal affects on your journey through this life,
It’s existence at one moment was your best attempt,
Before you tossed it like a steak stabbing knife.

‘Fore the moment you tossed it you learned, you grew,
You adjusted your way of viewing what you had created,
Thus evolved your thoughts on whatever you were doing, 
And on the cycle of that page you have at least now contemplated.

On the flip side a page can hold secrets, never a soul to be told,
They can become great record holders ~ of any linguistic,
The stage for an artwork famed or privately pulchritudinous,
Part of a great story or idea mapped out so fantastic!

A page need not even be marked to fulfil its roll so often inconspicuous,
Many make sculptures and origami creations mind blowingly amazing,
From a humble piece of paper blank, though often from a tree majestic,
This quintessential being of potential can send one’s mind a blazing!

Yet still we see a page as a disposable resource,
Something to just use once and throw into a bin,
Rarely consciously thinking of the being it once was a part of,
Or the overwhelming state we have thrown this planet despicably in.

So perhaps we should all take a solitude sobering moment,
To be grateful of the sacrificial product of trees,
How we can honour their being through use of this paper page,
Rather than mindlessly doing with it whatever we happen to please.
Adjourn to create from a blank ‘Page’ with the support you need for what you create to be seen with greater ease!

Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering Why Time is of the Essence

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Time. We often seem to think we’ve never a right amount…
There’s always something done too soon/too late/or can be done later…
We seem to forget that the only time we truely have is what’s in this moment now,
Yet our perspective still holds hope that times to come shall be ones greater.

Thus though for some that may hold true ~ their futures turn out to be amazing,
Way too many of us miss so much until our now is a moment long in the past,
For when we focus too obsessively on creating a future epic compared to now,
We miss all the seraphic moments quintessential to our life as ’tis rolling fast.

This is why so many remind us to stay mindful of our current moments,
In our lives we only have those mixed with memories and hope components,
And to be wasting each and every hour consumed by futures enticing pull,
We tend to forget that our time right now is the one of essence’s rule…

So whilst we may have the odd lackadaisical moment to smell the roses of our lives,
They tend to be so few that we do ignorantly miss what we desire as it thrives,
While we’re planning our next thing we think will work more of it into our days,
Often even forgetting what we’ve already got as it seraphically parlays.

Thus please go forth now ~ with this thought somewhere in your mind,
Take a moment to be more present to your present moment in kind,
And if you need support to slow down before it does all pass on by,
I’ve options here at The Poetic Life 2.0 you may just want to try.
Adjourn for support to slow down ones perspective a moment

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

A Poetic Moment Pondering Important Elements of Focus…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Sometimes when one gets caught up in creating a thing,
They can unconsciously overlook important elements of their life,
Despite all they desire to enhance through their creations development,
Unintentionally elements can consequently get flung into strife…

Thus it can never hurt to regularly take a moment for reflection,
Ensuring our balance hasn’t been thrown too far off through early detection,
Of anything we may have been neglecting through our focus being honed towards our creation,
Even if they’re quintessential to our very sanities seraphic elation.. 

For once an element has been flung into the grasp of chaos,
’Tis often a challenge to regain control with any element of ease,
With any description of balance to continue upon one’s path henceforth,
Any ability to create with the velocity we so passionately please.

Thus ’tis a situation where we need take our flow back to the planning phase,
If we’ve any hope left to bring balance to the elements lost from our gaze,
For often it shan’t be too late to save them from beyond our grasps strays,
Despite the obvious fact they’ve been long outside our thoughts haze…

Now though it is often a task one must uncover alone ~ often when the universe throws it in our face,
Supportive guidance is always an element one can seek whenever resonant,
And can truely make a difference to keep one’s sensitive balance afloat,
Allowing one to flow with greater ease ~ seraphically confident.
Adjourn through here for support to create with balance!

Posted in Craft, Poetry

When the Words Flow

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When the words flow from ones brain onto paper
One can be sure to think there’ll be mess,
And yet more oft' then not ’tis pure magic,
Thus is just how I personally write I confess.

For while some prefer planning and sculpting,
Endless research and contemplating…
There’s nothing quite as Devine as just sitting,
And letting the words flow like water in a storm - not debating. 🙂 

Writing is an art, and a most enchanting one,
That lets one’s beholder cast the pictures in their mind,
Taking them further each time through their own evolution,
Whilst evolving the writer beyond their current point in kind.

Though at times writing can be a most frustrating event,
When the words shan’t flow on the cue that we’d like,
 Pens run out of ink, devices go flat, the stream of words block,
 or life just happens to decide to block our delight…

Yet letter vie letter in each written moment,
The enchanting magic of when the words flow,
Can take all they reach onward seraphically or not.
For it all depends what the writer shall have for them this time in stow…