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A Poetic Moment Exploring the Benefits of Mindful Walking in Australian Bushland

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
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.
Adjourn here to be guided further into the bush!

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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…
For more poetic bush style adventures adjourn through here!

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Amongst Wonders of the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When one ventures into the Australian Outback,
Red sand often lies beneath one’s feet with clear blue skies overhead,
Whilst the plant life tends to bring it’s blue grey backdrop,
Unless it’s autumn or spring and the wild flowers bloom painting a floral rainbow instead…

Thus in midsummer when the gum’s finished blooming - ’tis too hot anytime but dusk and dawn,
To venture outside to enjoy the bushland without iced drinks and unavoidable sunburn…   
So in the momentary magical moment when ’tis daylight yet mildly cool,
One can venture into the Aussie bushland on clear tracks safely from the heat in turn.

For enjoying the cockatoos squawking from the tree they call home for the night,
Though nearly excruciatingly loud if theres more birds than tree ’tis certainly an unforgettable sight,
The breeze wisps through the tree leaves blowing the cares from your aura and mind,
And while ever the snakes and goannas steer clear of your path your far from in a bind.

Though one can often not smell much more than dust… unless rain’s nearby and gidgee wreaks,
Which would blast this moment far from the lackadaisical seraphic without a few imminent tweaks,
Thus otherwise onwards one ventures with a splashing of wonder, caution, and care,
Enjoying the bushland’s magic surrounding you with all it’s fascinating flair.

For to have a flock of wrens flit about their way through the bushes beside is a magical moment,
And to notice the array of plant variations in just one area can be near mind boggling,
As when one happens across a gidgee grove it can feel like a lost twisting ’n’ turning forest,
A field loaded with saltbush varieties ~ a dried swap of gumtrees ~ the diversities constantly toggling.

 Thus when ever one finds an appropriate moment to venture into the bushland of the Australian Outback,
Close your eyes, take a long slow breath, open your mind and go forth boldly,
As whether it be in the form of via a movie, meditation, or for those of us luckily enough to go in reality,
The magic and enchantment one can experience shall never be an element to pass one by coldly.
Adjourn To Venture further through bushland moments in your mind

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Off Upon a Bushwalk!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Boots on ‘n’ out the door,
For ‘tis winter outback once more!
The safest season to head into the Aussie bush,
To go camping, play and explore!

Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised,
Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes,
For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance,
Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…

Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon,
One can revel in wonders to be found all around,
From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air,
To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.

There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree,
Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze,
Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower,
The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;

Then comes the element of discovering that which came before,
With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore,
Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore,
For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!