Sometimes when we’re struggling to focus on any given task, ’Tis not a case of we need to practice techniques to hone our mind, But rather that we’ve too varied a collection of tasks upon our to do list, Scattering our thoughts vastly ~ too far afield from our core’s alignment to find, Prohibiting our focus from easily holding this moments selection in the way we desire.
Thus as our mind delves from element to element often straying from where we’d like, Mentally hastening to comprehend the task at hand then going to the next ‘fore we’re done, Akin a bee tending flower by flower and venturing to the first step in the next while dodging a kite, Our thoughts struggling to maintain stability if we’re forever bouncing on the run, Tasks swirling rather than decompiling awaiting their selection in the next moments plight.
For even if one were to light a candle and practice watching it’s flame, One may observe it’s dance with the slightest of unfelt breeze far from tame, As our world can be perceived to be in a constant state of varying styles of chaos’ reign, Each being in a constant state of doing even if their doing is currently slow and serene, Or a faster paced moment supporting others as a component of an out to win team…
Hence remember this: Tasks will forever be as plentiful as stars in a clear nights sky, All differing and lying in wait for their moment of observation in your minds focus, Thus while one need allow themselves to just flow as unobstructed as they can in the moment that’s nigh, Surrendering to the task at hand can at times do more for productivity than other types of hocus pocus, Promoting one’s flow rather than increasing burnout and tensions already unideally high.
We all know those days ~ the ones that shove our schedules epically into the bin, They’re the ones that shake up our lives in ways we can find rather annoying, For even when we know in advance of them happening we still can struggle within, To integrate them seamlessly into our preferred flow of our lifestyles undertow, Long before even an element of their preparation can remotely be pondered to begin…
Yet try as we might days that throw us off course deter the mundane from stagnating, Like long awaited road trips that take all day with children trying not to be challenging in the car, Can have moments ones mind can find rather inspiring even if ’tis only noticed later when contemplating, How one’s evolved through their handling of chatter and the hum of rubber to roads soon afar, Despite todo lists screaming in the back of ones mind the whole time of what they’ve at home awaiting lucubrating.
Despite all our known tools and how much we try to apply to take moment by moment, Surrendering to challenges can be mentally impossible despite seeming a helpless component, If one cannot turn off their mind to what still awaits their attention when returning to said opponent, They could miss experiencing what may lie in wait to enhance their entire life within this particular segment, Leaving them to flail alongside with merely a snippet of potential via a much lighter fragment.
Thus casting one’s unfinished tasks aside when off on an adventure ’tis paramount, For one to fully align to what their journey is to bless their development with, Knowing that the divine shall allow tasks completion when they’re supposed to surmount, As having completed every single possible task before leaving so to clear ones mind is a myth, As one’s mind can always find an element to replace what’s done often once ones en route…
Envision in your mind a groves clearing ~ serene, untouched, seraphic. With trees too thick to walk through and blooming, Creating a delicate, earthy, sweet element for ones senses… The ground you see yourself standing upon ’tis covered in leaf litter, Creating a dangerous element if one were to completely lower their defences.
Irrespective this thought breathe deeply ~ invite the breath to reach deep within, Energetically clearing debris from your body as you ground yourself in this spot, Birds singing nearby providing a melodic aspect as this meditative moment shall begin, Resetting one’s mind to a place of calm ~ relieving unnecessary densities that thwart, At least until ones day prevails thus take a slow sip of your favourite beverage and mentally relax for a moment herein…
Notice the trees: the texture of their bark, the flexible strength with which they stand, How they’ve adapted to their location in a way they can thrive in complement to the land, Standing tall enough to provide space for an abundance of others akin to supportively holding ones hand, Protecting the younger whom seem to giggle at the prospect of a proud future far from bland, As they grow and strengthen their place the deeper their roots delve into the sand…
Like the trees we too must allow our energetic tendrils to spiral out, Finding their way through the plethora of debris and others to secure our place, Deeply entwined within the energetic elements of our stunning mother earth we need maintain a route, Ensuring we’re grounded as we flow through each moment at a divinely timed pace, Connected in a balanced, aligning way that’s increasingly freeing our path from doubt.
Hence as one’s relaxing moment grounding here amongst the trees draws to a close, Ensure you’ve noted how you’re feeling ~ the weight of your hair that tangles as the breeze blows, How your breath cools your nose/throat/deep into your lungs and how your spine may tingle, The positioning of your stance whilst your legs hold you ~ strong and flexible much like the trees trunks, Whilst you note the sound of the leaves and twigs you crunch underfoot with every step you mingle.
On the days one finds their flow a little clunky ~ a little dull, near hazy yet ironic… It may just be a simple ebb to the flow of ones chaotic norm allowing one a moment to rest, A simple lull though it may leave one feeling like there is something missing ~ something off, As if an element has been overlooked within this current moment upon ones lifelong quest, Yet even once one uncovers this balancing perspective and convinces it to your mind, It may still be a challenge to be a touch lackadaisical despite knowing in this moment ’tis rest that may be best…
Hence rather than resting one may start adding elements to the void the lull’s created, Often things irrelevant in the long term or necessary for a different future moment, Causing a type of procrastination in a style that seems slightly destructive when later debated, Irrespective the importance of the side quest ones chosen to undertake instead of a replenishing component, For even the most delightful aspect of what ones chosen to do that leaves one adequately elated, Still drains ones being further ~ rather than energetically recharging one’s being for their next task style opponent.
Thus if one cannot ‘switch off and allow their being time to replenish with any element of ease, Perhaps finding a meditative task to balance ones flow with a relaxing style of task may bring a greater please, As sprinkling ‘tasks’ akin to disconnected yet mindful tea time can be enough to sway ones mental load to appease, The stresses that weigh one towards burnouts grasp threatening one to be crawling into bed completely quanked on their knees, Wishing they’d taken that lackadaisical moment when life’s load was light to read ‘neath the trees, Yet when the next lull arrives they will probably once again find a way to push rather than chill leaving replenishment once again a thought upon the breeze…
Think of all those things you wish you could get done in each day, That regardless how hard you try you cannot get to function the way they’re ‘supposed to’? Whilst most have a lot ’tis not a case of ‘how to fit them in’ that this is about, As there’s already plenty on that note in an abundance of variations to embrue, From time management to habit support etc. the options are near endless, But what to do with what we can’t fit in? That is what we shall be now pondering through.
For these tasks don’t just stay on to-do lists waiting their turn to be done, They weigh on us energetically which if never released can eventually evolve into physical dramas, Adding to our stresses and wearing away at our stamina to endure ‘till once easy things are no fun, Slowly creating a plethora of mental/physical and energetic styles of traumas, Which tends to grow deeper into ones being each unchecked moment once their unravelling has begun, Until you’re needing others to care for you/an entire retreat to heal or worse all stuck in clothes like pyjamas…
However, like most things, there’s usually a simple way to tend to tasks yet completed, So we may continue on with our high vibration strong and undefeated, Through the process of releasing them ~ letting the energetic weight of them go as if deleted, Which is rather super easy once mastered to be at any needed moment repeated, Simply bring that you want to release into the forefront of your mind to be treated, Ponder it’s weight like a rock that if held too long would make one rather depleted…
Then visualise the rock of said task being dissolved at the edges as if ’tis dropped in water and effervescent, Fizzing and bubbling away from it’s outside to centre ’till fully dissolved, Then closing your eyes if they’re not and imagining pouring the dissolved task down a drain is the next component, ‘Fore taking a few replenishing breaths to blow away any debris still unresolved, And making like a tree with energetic visualised roots winding deep into earth as a grounding element, Then returning to what you can in this next moment ~ a tad lighter knowing the weight of what you truely cannot do today is solved.
Now whilst at some point you may HAVE to do said thing you can’t fit in today, With practise this technique shall effectively weaken it bearing a heavy load upon your mind, Allowing you to stress about it only when it’s moment to be undertaken actually arises, Rather than twisting you more than energetically into a horribly messy bind, Thus making space for one to focus on the task they have to prioritise and do right now, Even if it’s just making a mindful cup of tea, smiling to oneself and remembering to be kind.
Imagine in this moment; you’re standing in the outback, With it’s iconic red sandy dirt beneath your feet, ‘Tis a warm dry afternoon in the springtime, And thus the scent of flowers is upon a light breeze, tangy ‘n’ sweet…
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 whisplike 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, All around one’s position seems as it was before, Was the whirlwind just an illusion of some creators divine plan? Or something greater one need further explore?
The Poetic Life 2.0 