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.
As we venture this moment into the darkness of the earths crust, A tiny seed loaded with potential can be found - knowing of no light, For ’tis blissfully ignorant of what shall promptly be in store, When it breaks through the comfort of the ground with all its might…
Thus enjoy it’s moment in the comforting darkness, Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath, ‘Till it feels as if it could overflow or burst, Yet takes another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.
Then the tip of a shoot breaks through 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… the seed is actually unaware.
Yet still it continues growing it’s way through the ground, Root tips weaving their way deeper into the earth, All the while being fueled by the abundant energy of the surrounding soil, That strengthens the deeper its connection becomes to nearth…
Thus whilst winding roots start securing it within the soil, As deep as it can extend physically then energetically beyond, It’s delicate shoot that’s venturing skyward breaks through the top crust, Unfurling its tiny new stem and leaf like a freshly formed frond.
Basking in the morning light with a dew drop coated leaf, Warming as the sun creeps slowly higher into the sky, Another leaf soon begins emerging from deep within, As it lackadaisically grows bit by bit a little more high…
Eventually our little seed - now a full grown plant, Reaches the point in which it starts to form many a bud, Soaking in the absorbent light from both moon and sun, Whilst still drawing sustenance to it’s core from the nights cool mud.
So ’tis with roots deeply connected towards our earths comforting core, And it’s leaves reaching high into the healing warm light of the sun, Delicately each aromatic petal of every bud unfolds to bloom, For as long as need be... ‘Till it’s time ’tis done...
Then comes the moment it’s petals shall wilt and leaves shall fall, As it seraphically returns to the earth it was born, And just like the last breath that left ones lungs, It has now aligned to the wind - hence gone.
The Poetic Life 2.0 