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A Poetic Moment on Navigating Life’s Detours to Return to Vocational Endeavours

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When we’ve truely found our aligned vocation life can shove it aside,
For any amount of time and we can pick it back up with relative ease,
Like we’ve not taken an extended moment away from it’s lucubration,
Whilst another element of our lives demands the majority of our attention,
Until we can return to our curated flow after a touch of personal recalibration.

As the time we believe we’ve lost isn’t wasted ~ ‘tis a detour to gain life experience and wisdom,
To evolve our vocational endeavours into more than they’ve ever been able to be before,
And although in the moment we may be worrying that we’re not allotting them necessities to become,
We’re actually at least subconsciously gaining additional inspiration for our creations galore,
Allowing us when we return to our lucubrating to retune our efforts with a sweeter toned strum,

For whilst we may be under the illusion that our flow may seem to be misplaced for a time,
The melody of all we’ve previously created remains ~ like background music to life sublime,
Throughout each moment we venture be it overly challenging or flowing ajar in a seraphic rhyme, 
Our abilities tend to often only grow and evolve into something greater as we continue to climb,
Irrespective of our perception on when we think we’ve hit the pinnacle of our projections prime.

So when life throws one’s flow off course remember this ~ even stars appear to loose their way,
When cloaked from our view behind clouds and when the sun shines ever bright,
Yet they always return to our perception shining seemingly brighter once obstructions cease to play,
Twinkling away at their own vocation whilst inspiring many spontaneously with their light,
Effortlessly enchanting us with a reminder that even after the darkest storm passes all can still be okay.

Thus life may wander but the thread between our vocational gifts and our days flow never snaps,
It just stretches and  simmers awaiting our eventual return ~ cracking yet somehow rarely actually breaking,
‘Till we find a way to follow it’s path again in sync with all that vies for time in our overflowing day,
Balancing akin an elephant on a spiders web, often teetering though unfailing our destined return,
For all aligned with our inner core stays true to our being ~ forever awaiting its moment to join in life’s foray.
Adjourn through here for vocational support

Posted in Bush poetry

A Poetic Moment Exploring the Enchantment of the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
What do you love about where you live?
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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!
Adjourn through here To enjoy a meditative outback adventure for yourself!

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Thought Provokers

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 Letting Go of Rigid Plans can Allow One to Embrace Life’s Flow

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Sometimes the best thing one can do is to not try and follow their plans,
But to actually flow through moment by moment as they come to parlay,
As when we get caught up trying to stick to plans that just don’t align,
We may never manifest that which we desire most into our realities foray,
Burning ourselves out in attempts that should never have been part of our lives,
Wasting time that we should have spent enjoying thriving in a seraphic kind of way.

For what if the path you’ve planned for your days isn’t meant for your souls direction?
Thus leaving you flailing ~ disconnected in a realm of chaos inducing overwhelm,
Constantly doing what everyone says is how you should be focusing your action,
Rather than flowing more aligned to your core allowing your divine soul to guide your helm,
Dissolving what’s blocking you ~ that which holds you in styles of restrictive compaction,
Allowing you to evolve and grow with the challenges around you akin to a strong standing elm.

Hence when we’re befogging our souls purpose by chasing others dreams that leave our footprints in mere sand,
Rather than creating our own core something solidifying our legacy in stone with our own hand,
Knowing we are the only ones whom can choose to either be attending another’s fire well manned,
Or transcending our own blockade of limiting beliefs engrained deep within and thus for ourselves making a stand,
Propelling our lives to rise from thoughts to reality whilst ensuring one stays grounded to the land,
Strengthening our place in our world so our inner energetic phoenix may rise amongst flames epically fanned!   

As when we silence the guidance from our core selves inner compass are we really living our own life’s journey?    
Or are we just human’s living the life of a robot sans the primarily metal components?
For if we’re just going through the motions of the mundane default we believe we’re supposed to with very little glee,
Why are we not transforming our experiences to be more enjoyably fulfilling moments,
Instead of enduring/merely surviving in a disconnected state that makes our soul hide and flee,
Shouldn’t we all be creating lives we want to wake up each morn to and live life as our best proponents!

For when one is flowing through life surrendering to their inner core’s aligned guidance,
From a connected place where true peace reigns rippling from within your mind outwards,
Forced plans finding themselves thrown dramatically aside making room for intuitions compilation,
Through overhauling what you thought your life should be like ~ which all our minds grasp in shards,
‘Till one allows themselves to release the remnants that hold them securely in their contractive grasp,
Where clunky plans vanish and a tidal flow of divine newness crashes through ones challenges in a magical way that beautifully bombards!

adjourn thru here to create in greater flow aligned to your core!

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A Poetic Moment Pondering How Focused Activities Change Our Perception of Time

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
Which activities make you lose track of time?
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When one becomes one with the task they’re undertaking completely in a moment,
Hours can dissolve into perceived minutes through ones perspective,
An entire day vanishing in what seems like a single brushstroke,
Only to be discovered when the suns set creating thoughts deflective,
Triggering a new moment of introspection to unveil ones progress in time unseen,
Filled with satisfying achievements rather than a stolen day of procrastinations reflective.

For time doesn’t pass us by ~ we can just become focused to the point we don’t see it leave,
Each breath becoming a progressive element swallowing a moment that can last all day,
‘Till something jolts us from our entranced focus forcing us to take a reprieve,
However when ’tis a creations completion bringing a natural ending to a moment in a timeless foray,
’Tis bittersweet to have finalised the creation through to the point you probably struggled to even believe,
Would be possible in moments you’ve productively procrastinated away before diving meditatively into it’s parlay.  

As when in the middle of doing something we truely enjoy our mind vanishes,
Into a state where nothing but our task exists ~ the clock/phone/thoughts/distractions ~ them it just banishes,
Thus whilst the clocks hands may move; focus and silence pause ones perception of time ~ bringing an array of advantages,
Allowing us a moment for seraphic lucubration to evolve through the way it establishes,
Our mental focus akin to a hot laser on a point it burns and eventually ravages,
Until it quintessentially finds it’s completion ~ irrespective it be by force or otherwise finishes.

For when we give all of our focus to our tasks with no notice of the clocks ticking ~ just our motion,
The world around us may be cycling through its day like nothing is ajar,
Yet we’re flowing mind and body at one in a moment with complete mental devotion,
Creating our current masterpiece ~ weaving it into reality for those afar,
Unaware of anything outside our unintended bubble of quiescence deflecting commotion,
Akin to creating it not in our current location but isolated from all on a distant star...

Thus when we’re so deep in a task that we only come up for breath when the sun makes way for night,
Once hot beverages finding the sink and bright eyed children demanding a snack,
We know we’re in a divine place of alignment both within ourselves and what we ripple to the world,
In a seraphic flow seemingly designed just for us where nothing we need is in lack,
For all can be perceived as perfectly where ’tis supposed to be in any given moment,
Whilst one ventures onwards through their poetic lifestyle energetically on track.
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Posted in Craft, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Creating Flow from Word Weaving Woes by Realigning to Your Creative Rituals

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When the words wont flow and nothing seems to align,
Sometimes a writer need just let their fingers take the helm,
As the universe can at times provide a better message,
Than anything ones brain can craft into being from our imaginations realm,
Even when one is surrounded by an abundance of supplies for their craft,
Weaving the elements together in a way that works can still be abundant with dysfunctional moments of overwhelm.

Yet on we craft for ’tis what we do ~ and do it rather oft’ we must,
Weaving/writing/painting/designing our creating keeping us sane and disconnection at bay,
As ’tis when we get lackadaisical and distant from our form of art that all turns to dust,
Implanting a rigid clunky element into ones creative flow that fights immensely to stay,
Irrespective ones need to craft the challenges once disconnected tend to have an insanely non-corrosive crust…
Despite ones weaponry and knowledge to break through into a reconnected and flowing foray.

For when ones page is blank it may be full of potential but ’tis screaming to be designed,
Fulfilled with ones creative drafts/plans/thoughts even if they be rough and still unrefined,
As ’tis irrelevant if ones page is heavy or digital ~ or if it be blank/dotted or lined,
There’s always an easy little hack that can realign you in a lifting way out of this bind…
Though it varies in exacts as all are unique which when caught up in a woeful moment may need a remind,
Step one ’tis to remember you’re human and as such to yourself both physically and in thought you need be kind.
  
Subsequently creating a solid ritual to connect one to ones craft shall be paramount,
To keeping mental blockages few and reducing creative moments of despair,
Quintessentially bringing ones mental alignment into its sweet spot before challenges can even surmount,
Lessening the need to reconnect to ones flow before it may even require any element of repair,
So that one can lucubrate all the easier despite dodging debris of any amount,
Whilst ones supportive pillars do their utmost best to hold strong throughout the challenges when they’re beyond compare…

For when ones connecting ritual is habitual, resonant and easily initiated,
One can use it in woeful times of struggle to realign mentally with ease,
Though it may not remove all the challenges one faces artistically when creating,
It shall still reduce a wide array and support ones flow defining a feeling that frees,
So one can create all the more seraphically in energetic alignment to ones core,
In whatever modality and on the chosen topic ’tis you shall endeavour to please.
Click here for a moment to Energetically cleanse and replenish

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A Poetic Moment Pondering Small Life Improvements that can Enhance Ones Daily Flow

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
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Most of us often have elements we feel we could evolve,
To improve the overall everyday flow of our lives,
For when something is out of sync we have a tendency to flail,
Thus need to gain time to relieve moments later in a day that ultimately thrives...

Now in theory ‘improvements’ like waking earlier may be an easy enough ideal,
Though they’re not always as simple as it may seem,
For challenges shall always find their way to test if our goals are solid/real,
Before manifesting results revealing the perception of the universe being on our team.

Yet every time one successfully implements even the smallest of improvements into our day,
A ripple occurs throughout ones existence of energetic possibilities to parlay,
In turn shifting our entire perspective of the life path that was within reach to foray,
Which though ’twas the way we were headed it wasn’t the course we’re supposed to stay.

Thus why as humans we often have a tendency for striving,
To improve our lives even when they’re an illusion of perfection,
As when stagnation and boredom of the mundane creep in conniving,
We start seeking elements we think need improvements self inspection.

So whilst those that enjoy a more lackadaisical lifestyle,
Are less likely to want to take a plunge into something perceived rash,
With the right methods/support/guidance most can implement anything they truely desire,
And though realigning oneself to match a manifestation is rarely a seraphic picnic at the poetic life 2.0 we can make the impact a little less brash.
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Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment When Deep in the Bliss of Ones Favourite Tasks

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai
Daily writing prompt
What activities do you lose yourself in?
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When we uncover that one thing we truly align with passionately,
Irrespective it be writing that perfectly poetic piece/wildlife photography or something else entirely,
One can lucubrate endlessly never noticing the time glimmering by for it seems to freeze,
Whilst enchantment takes its hold upon ones mind allowing one to near not ever be quanked,
‘Till comes the point what one’s creating ’tis ready enough for it’s launch preparation to be embanked…

For when one delves deep enough into a task that within aligns to one completely,
They can become as one ~ flowing through the processes involved with increasing ease,
Like when a writers fingers float over the keys of their beloved laptop effortlessly,
Or ink flowing onto a blank page filling it with immense amounts of words like ocean waves upon sand,
Seraphically ones task manifests swiftly through each quintessential element touched by ones hand.

Thus one is enabled through their chosen task to gain a level of meditative qualities like mental bliss,
In the moment they’re flowing through their favourite task in the quiet whilst nothings amiss,
Irrespective if ones method brings feelings of imposter syndrome and elements of ludiosis,
Ones seraphic state of mind when ones deep within crafting ones moment through their task ’tis what needs convey,
Holding the chaos of the world around you in eremition whilst one lucubrates in its near hypnotic sway…

‘Till eventually one finds a natural completion point for their moment ~ though far from reaching the end,
Returning to the world with everyone else emanating their new found bliss for others through auras one subconsciously sends,
Unknowingly bringing an element of balance to our world as it endeavours to adjust and mend,
From the chaos and disconnect created by those before ignorant of what their actions would bring,
Soothing through every blissful moment one creates especially when in sync thus flowing with a seraphic quiescence styling.
Adjourn to evolve your favourite task into something one can enjoy more often

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering the Balance of Daily Blogging

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When one first creates a blog ~ especially if  ’tis their first,
They may think they have all they require to succeed,
Perhaps even have an abundance of content prepared that they need,
Which whilst perfectly necessary for the initial stages novelty burst,
Will still leave one at some point with an empty page flailing with one’s worst…

For what most starting a new something tend to forget in the moment,
’Tis that all marathons require rest to be a balanced never forgotten component,
Yet even those that are in the habit of writing already each and every day,
Know there can and near always will be times the divine shall throw elements in our way,
Stopping us from undertaking our desired plans so what we’re manifesting can seraphically parlay…

For even the most perfectly organised of us with content created by the mount,
Can have challenges thrown their way long enough for it to dwindle ‘till out,
Despite ones attempts to stay in front of ones scheduling plans in theory,
Some of life’s challenges can push one beyond ones ability ‘till they’re rather quanked and bleary,
In turn adding frustrations ineluctable to traversing this filipendulous moment less teary.

Thus whilst algorithms and other elements may push one to create what one thinks they require,
 Long term it should really be irrelevant unless ’tis what YOU truely desire,
For there needs to always be an element of balance to ones blogging (and sharing),
An element of being mindful to how in ones life overall both physical and sophrosyne’s faring,
As if one’s alamort their blogging attempts may gain a tenebrous nature from your lack of caring…

Now while most of us have moments we tend to forget we’re not amaranthine,
Life always has ways of teaching us heuristic lessons through experiences we glean, 
Often at a forced quatervois with an interstice large enough we’ve space to reflect,
Time to acknowledge and heal all we’ve of late tended to forget and neglect,
In our efforts to push through continuing our blogging schedules irrespective of the effect.

Thus for those whom also enjoy the vocation that can be near daily blogging,
Remember to keep it within a humane balance rather than over slogging,
For no-one can enjoy your creations if you cannot create due to burnout,
Taking a lackadaisical weekend to replenish may make robots whirr and ‘shout’,
But ’tis at times necessary for one to continue upon this flippercanorious route.
Adjourn for support to blog with greater effect and balance

Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Pondering the Facets of the Universe

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 

Envision a moment ~ 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,
Then taking another element onwards for nothing can last too long within its respective feat.
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