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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 Poetic Moment Enduring Nature’s Challenges Amidst the Aussie Bush

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When blue grey gumtrees beckon you upon a red dirt path into the bush,
That twists through an increasingly thickening monotone of bushes that seem to whisper,
Your every step ’tis taken in trust that the path you’ve chosen has a desired end,
As one step too deep into the Australian bushland can leave one with more than a blister,
Especially when the weather’s warm and an unpredicted storm brews overhead…

For not every moment spent in nature is peacefully filled with blossoms and butterflies,
If one ventures too deep paths can vanish/merge/and eventually completely confuse,
Resulting in one at least feeling lost irrespective where they turn or how they mentally compromise,
Whilst yet another track leads one deeper into the overgrown abyss of a blue grey flora ruse,
The clouds darken and the gidgee wreaks as humidity thickens the air and dust blocks ones view of the skies…

Ones endurance starts wavering as mentally you struggle to remain calm with this moments stack,
Despite being  an element usually solid that suddenly doesn’t quite have your back.
Yet amongst the looming threat of storm one stumbles upon another track,
Sunlight illuminating it akin movies guiding characters through sub plots that tend to lack,
With little else to guide you venture onwards hoping ’tis your subconscious with a supportive hack.

As when the red dust starts to swallow the chosen track you hastily walk upon,
And you note thunder starting its crackling through the sky ~ your ego retreats within,
Surviving becomes the perceived motivation as your mind surrenders to one’s subconscious’s song,
For you know a wrong turn in this moment could create challenges with a catastrophic spin,
Thus navigating beyond this situation needs to return you swiftly to where you desire to belong.

So step by step/turn vie turn with an element of faith in your heart you walk on,
Quintessentially returning to increasingly familiar surrounds ‘fore the downpour commences,
Retrospectively pondering your perspective in a rather mindful manner now paramount,
Until the seraphic aspect of venturing into the bushland once again overrides your senses,
Degrading any personal evolution not steadfastly integrated into ones being…
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A Poetic Moment Exploring the Enchantment of the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
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Orange red dirt, huge red/grey roos, epic sunsets and vast usually clear blue skies,
They’re the Australian Outbacks well known signature image…
Yet beyond the flies and heat ’tis where a certain type of magick  lies,
In the deep thick bushland areas that should be revered by all whom venture,
An easily deadly though enchanting location where it’s best to learn ways to be ‘bush wise’…

For ’tis a place abundant with delicately designed flora though it is often well hidden,
It’s ability to survive inspires a touch of strength within all whom happen to notice it,
Amongst the often blue grey blur of varying gum/gidgee/mulga and wilga trees which then,
Shelter not just fauna but vines and colourful flowers one often cannot even notice without a near hyper wit!
With natural glade style clearings and often moss creating a delightful element of zen.

Despite the remote element that makes venturing anywhere an often disconnected road trip,
For most phones struggle to even grasp a fragment of signal without some sort of bolstering equip,
Yet whilst one never sets out to race the likes of emu’s on a dusty roads straight strip,
’Tis always an adventurous quest that tends to strengthen the stability of every relationship,
Especially the one with your own mind as the hum of machine blends with one’s thoughts conscious grip…    

And although there may be often dust in the air ~ and on that note everywhere else too,
Being able breathe and work amongst the near undisturbed dawn chorus each morn is such a treat!
Even when the cockatoos drown out the melodies of the other birds with their rather screechy cue,
’Tis nothing short of inspiring when the sunlights warm yet still gentle and the breeze wisps light and sweet,
Whilst the plants sparkle gently as they’re still covered in a touch of frost or the remaining early morn’s dew…

There’s often flocks of colourful inch tall finches and wrens flitting through the denser bush,
Their delicate song delighting all nearby whom are lucky enough to hear,
For whilst common they can be elusive even when they contrast plants like saltbush,
They do love spending a hot evening moment under a backyard sprinkler when they know they’ve little to fear,
And can be a spectacular sight on a bushwalk providing the desert myrtle’s kept clear of one’s tush!
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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 of Reflection: Navigating the Educational Chaos of Guiding Three Boys Learning via Distance Education

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the roos find their spot to go to sleep for the morn,
’Tis time not for rushing out the door with one shoe untied before the bus drives away,
But time to tune in ~ not just to whichever teacher’s online but to the rhythm of each other,
For when you’ve a schoolroom with preschool, upper primary and high school boys going about their day,
And you’re the one guiding all three ensuring all learn to their potential,
It can be an amazing bundle of fun! Though not without challenges that can easily throw everything epically astray;

For all may be harmoniously blissful of a morn whilst everyone’s simultaneously learning a form of literacy,
However, even noise cancelling headphones struggle to eliminate distractions for a pre-teen participating in an online class…  
When say an enthusiastic preschooler delves into craft whilst a teen learns to play ukulele…  
Making an element of self-awareness and being extra considerate of each other becoming an essential added lesson not to bypass,
Evolving the resilience levels of all so their focus wavers from their task at hand minimally,
Until such moments ease into a needed break to recalibrate ‘fore into a more seraphic lesson combination they surpass.

Though when your classroom is at home with gumtrees and emus out the window,
Flexibility to flow and adjust in alignment with expectations ’tis a necessary skill to bestow,
So when side quests/life/sibling events take learning out into the world there’s minimal impact to educational flow…
Allowing a greater chance for all to participate in school based events without throwing others into productivities undertow,
As when classes from alternate locations ~ often in the car ~ become a normal way for adventures to go,
Lessons find themselves set up in interesting ways with clipboards, laptops and bare necessities in tow. 

Thus since setting up our original schoolroom amidst the first covid lockdown,
We’ve rarely had a day one could label boring/overly lackadaisical or mundane,
For someone is always creating an element even amidst the craziest challenges to dissolve a frown,
Without jolting goals off-course or adding to stresses prominent strain,
Often bringing all back into alignments zen with an observation creating a rippling lown,
So all can achieve their days tasks irrespective of aspects like tech glitches adding a splash of mental pain.

As even if it’s a day where you’re the one bouncing from reinforcing an alphabet recital to supporting a PDHPE lesson online to assisting a teen with algebraic fractions,
If in a schoolroom of your own creation with your kids all day is where you find you’re in your element,
Chances are like me you enjoy the harmonised chaos that allows you to constantly witness your children learning new ways to thrive,
In spite of the moments you may think your perception of fun is more than slightly bent,
’Tis truely an experience that has an enchanting aspect that cannot be denied even when the wildlife try to join in sports outside,
Thus for those whom can whilst raising their offspring in the dusty Australian Outback ~ guiding them through distance education is always time well spent.
 

Hence for all whom think they need it: my probably controversial words of wisdom on this quest to educate ones children are as follows;
Whilst you may be a mum with a moderately reliable modem trying to guide your children’s education from the schoolroom at home/dining table/van/car, 
’Tis essential you find YOUR FLOW ~ don’t stress about following timetables but create and manifest manageable DALIY GOALS,
In the end ensuring each child has a one on one session each day is more important than a strict 9-3 by far,
For whilst it may take your time in the schoolroom to exceeding say 10 hours a day,
It supports them through any aspects they’re struggling with so they can academically shine like the star you believe they are! 
   
And Remember: We may not always climb the way others understand or design; but if we’ve the resilience to try enough, we can find our own way to the top; and as tomorrow is a new day full of endless possibilities ~ release your tensions lingering from today and recalibrate your perspective so you can start tomorrow morn afresh! 🙂
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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…

* * * * * * * * *

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.
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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.
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A Poetic Moment Embarking into the Flow of the day

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the dew drys from the flora whilst the morn warms to day,
The bushland awakens to a still cool moment to bask in the dawning sunshine,
Knowing that soon it shall be too hot to enjoy as soon shall be scorching,
Thus lackadaisically taking a breath in this gentle seraphic warmth ’tis sublime…

Though soon the chaos of the day shall clench one in its ever firm grasp,
‘Till then one can ease into the flow with a quintessentially whimsical flair,
In one’s preference of style with birdsong’s melodious theme to listen to,
As a fragrant, dry, gentle dry breeze wisps through ones still wild free hair.

Momentarily this moment shall soon evolve into the next rather hastily,
Much like each moment that has passed through ones life before,
For all things cycle on through their time thriving their own way thru seed to dust,
Enduring challenges and blissful moments in balance as they swoop low and soar..

Despite plethora attempts to control how we flow through each long day,
We’re ultimately destined to traverse in the universes planned way,
Yet how we perceive our days flow through our human perspective,
Can have an abundance of influence on how one’s day goes once reflective.

’Tis with this thought in ones mind one as one prepares for the upcoming tasks,
Mindfully having this balancing moment as upon ones day thou embarks,
Mind now set ready for whatever element shall this day should happen to produce,
Endurance evolved so never to tears may this one force you to reduce.
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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!