When one desires or requires an element they wish to manifest into their life, They need be mindful of how they go about it or they either wont be successful or shall run into strife, This is why one should never go for their goals merely on a whim, They need to be constructed properly in a supportive and balanced way for one to win.
As ’tis one thing to decide on a goal and just plough in to it’s creation, Thinking that just by doing the thing a while will work for its manifestation, When in reality you’re more likely this way to just crash and burn out, Get frustrated by lacking results leaving you wanting to scream and shout.
Thus why one NEEDS an element of mindfulness when creating one’s goals, For when we design our path with volition things tend to take on very different roles, We gain the ability to incorporate our new goals into our current lives, In a way that solidifies their place in a style unique to us that thrives.
Though the way we go about this is always different to each persons needs, The support and guidance we require is similar enough most can follow where thepoeticlife2.biz leads, Knowing customisation to our own path requires our insight and finesse, Whilst always remembering we need to stay mindful to manifest our success.
When a lizard gets stuck in a fence, They may think their time is done, That the quest they’ve been on for the morn, Has left their life’s scoreboard none…
Yet with a helping hand to adjust the fence, They’re soon out of their deathly bind, Despite pooping all over their supporter, Whom has been nothing short of kind…
Like this reptile in their miscalculated mishap, We can all get caught sometimes and need a hand, How we thank them for it however, Can have more to do with where we land…
For when we create something we craft to perfection, Follow all our plans ~ execute everything without misdirection, Yet still somehow get ‘stuck in the fence’ and not know how, We got into said predicament or the way to get out now…
And the longer we’re stuck frustrations start to grow and build, Despite our attempts to free ourselves through being strong willed, We need support and guidance to release us from our bind, Thus perceiving we can do it all alone ’tis purely an illusion of our mind.
So go forth now ~ commence planning your desired creations, Just remember to seek support when you reach the unknown, For gaining guidance from those whom know what you don’t, ’Tis abundantly better than being stuck in a fence that you by yourself have thrown.
When one finds themselves facing a seemingly impossible challenge, How we approach the situation has a major effect on our perspective, For those that see challenges as inconvenient negative experiences unwanted, Will always have adventures polar to those whom embrace them as a moment of opportunity reflective…
As we all flow through our lives - challenges are elements guaranteed to occur at differing points, Yet ’tis the element of perspective that creates the differences in how our experiences shall play, For they’re entwined in a way energetically forever connected throughout our beings, Irrespective of what the future holds for us - our perspective ’tis always an element guiding our way.
For as our unique view of all things we may ever encounter in any given moment, Our perspectives separate each and every facet of our beings and those whom lie beyond, And though we need remember it is on its own purely just another element, ’Tis infused throughout every other element adjusting it seraphically like dewdrops a frond…
However we also have the ability to adjust our perspectives when need be for ourselves, When they’re blocking us from thriving or just holding us from what we can’t reach upon the shelves… Though we may need guidance on how to reinforce new perspective elements in a way that propels, Us into what resonates into alignment with what it is we feel most compels…
Thus whilst the moment we need to adjust our perspective may vary vastly from being to being, Taking rather a long time to acknowledge or be swift, hard, impactful and fleeting, The support we need for making our adjustments can also come from a variety of sources, Be they mentors, energetic, online like here at thepoeticlife2.net or from the abundant book based resources…
Remember however, adjusting one’s perspective can take a lot of patience and time, Otherwise the results will be rather haphazard or in least not sublime, Thus being subtle in your expectations can be what shall be required, For forcing ones perspective into a new alignment would most likely leave one nothing but tired.
We all have moments in our lives when we desire, To do something oft’ on a whim that shall later require, Immense amounts of subsequent consequences to be endured, And yet into the grasp of said whimsy idea style we still find ourselves lured…
For even though in said moment we believe that our idea on a whim, Is one incredibly amazing when it happens to occur in our thoughts, Despite being far from the case later on once we’ve delved in too far to return, And that we usually don’t actually learn from the endeavour puzzles and contorts…
Thus is an element to why ideas need be researched and developed into plans, As an idea on a whim rarely succeeds out of the hottest of pans, Unless it is evolved into something greater than initially intended, Balanced into existence, grounded and adjusted in a way that can be implemented.
Though we need also remember there’s a difference between ideas and inspiration, And that an idea on a whim can become a muse of sorts for other creations, One just need recognise it for what it is not what it appears to illusion, Allowing one to use it in a way that bypasses the confusion and frustrations.
Now how one goes about evolving said idea on a whim into a muse, Varies on personal perspective as to what guidance they need use, Personally my slightly biased preference ’tis at thepoeticlife2.biz For where it leads is a way to create in a supported way without needing to be a whiz.
Picture for this moment, you’re standing in a dried up creek, The ground is either cracked open or thick, silty, bull dust ’tis what lies at your feet… The surrounding flora and fauna is depleted, dying, wilted and weak, And if all that wasn’t horrific enough summer brings it’s blistering dry heat…
Yet an element of hope comes in a darkening sky over ones head, Winds start cooling ‘fore adjusting to bring perspectives of just a dust storm to fret, One can now see nothing other than the outback’s delightfully bold sand’s red, Then the sky opens up to deluge so in a blink everything’s soaking wet.
Within moments one notices this storm’s starting to ease from its peak, It’s severity settling in to just a steady intensity that seems rather sweet, After the destruction it’s already blown and washed in it’s streak, ’Tis now the style of rain some dream of - with a steady, heavy… beat.
Eventually the seraphic rain dissipates to clear skies of blue, The creek is now again flowing, though it may be rather debris strewn, Surrounding nature’s replenished though the much cooler weather plays it’s part in that too, All enjoying each moment of the waters refreshing, resounding tune.
Picture a moment ~ you’re gently swinging in a hammock chair, Hanging from the strong branch of a beautiful gumtree in bloom, The scent of which isn’t overpowering but surprisingly delicate, Creating a rather seraphic moment you wish would turn into a lackadaisical afternoon…
The breeze is gentle, but bold enough to blow debris from your aura thus easing your mind, There’s birds whom are quietly going about their day amongst the blossoms above, In a way thats causing a few ants to fall from the branches though unbothering, You cannot help but notice their determination as they venture back to that they love.
Thus as you sip a beverage and enjoy the lull of the supportive chair’s sway, Your thoughts start abandoning the stressing elements of your chaotic day, And venture to similar seraphic moments like this you’ve before experienced in this way, Allowing the feeling they bring to further align in your being so for longer they can stay…
For when we find ourselves in quiet moments of bliss rather seraphic, We can find ourselves longing to bring them into our lives all the more, Yet though we may desire this it would throw off life’s balance, Creating higher levels of chaos than what would otherwise be in store…
So knowing that this moment can be but a moment in your day, Beverage consumed you venture back into the delightful foray, Of tasks and other elements that bring balance to your personal lifestyle, Looking forward to tomorrows moment ~ beneath the gumtree a while…
When one truly lives a life they love, They can reach a point where they stagnate to strive, This is when we start seeking out faults and challenges, For stagnation can stop us from feeling completely alive…
Though what if one were to design a life one loves, In a way that allows one to grow and be challenged as need be? The too few of us living life to our own design would be the first to admit, It’s perfectly possible in today's world to not just do this but to adjust it unlimitedly.
However, ‘tis no easy path for one to create a life of design, And the challenges of it shall differ greatly between yours and mine, Though ’tis always worth the end result to have endured and overcome rather than resign, For staying in a stagnating and ungratifying lifestyle is never fine.
Thus why we often seek out or be otherwise forced to change our lives, Seemingly external forces find our leverage points and take their dives, To force us into rather dramatic evolution ’tis for all it strives, So we can live a life closer into alignment of where our core thrives!
Yet to create a life of design ’tis not a task to attempt alone, One will need to seek out support and guidance to succeed, The right support for you however will reveal itself in your moment of need, It won’t magically appear like a genie from a fast going flat smartphone.
Despite one’s wish to design their lifestyle urgently with haste, ’Tis a long process one will need to take time to complete with diligence, And while here at the poetic life 2.0 we can provide a supportive stance, It only contains mere elements of what into successful lifestyle design one’s required to interlace.
If one were to venture into the outback upon a starlit night, One would find ‘tis alive with more than mosquitoes that bite, For the outback is more awake during a summers night than the day, As the earth cools a fragment and the wildlife all come out to play…
Kangaroo’s and other herbivores venture to roadsides for a mouthful of the greenest grass, Often with minimal acknowledgment of the vehicles that may pass, Whilst pigs root around annoying many a home bound dog, And nightlights attract Insects to the delight of both gecko and frog.
Rodents hop and scamper trying to find their own feast, Though they’re on the radar of cat, snake and owl at the least, Despite being cute the likes of the kultar can be a formidable little beast, When caught by an unknowing opponent who thinks their own hunger’s to be ceased.
The plants enjoy a touch of reprieve from the heat, After blistering sun rays have all day long on them beat, The cool of the moon and the bright twinkling stars, Providing their enchantment to all whom need venture out often in cars…
For though the outback ‘tis always a rather magical place, Upon a summers eve is certainly near always the case, When all whom hide from the heat of each scorching hot day, Come out into the night to do what they need ‘neath the stunning display of the milky way…
Welcome to this meditative moment of Christmas magic! Thus close your eyes a moment and take a slow deep breath - let the chaos blur, ‘Till ’tis but the white noise of life in the background… Equally slowly release your breath. Allowing it to blow away the dense stresses you’ve been bottling away inside to stir…
Now picture a big beautiful Christmas tree, Laden with an abundance of decorations and twinkling lights, There’s a huge pile of perfectly wrapped gifts placed beneath, And the atmosphere is enhanced with quiet carols and smells of fresh baked delights.
The scene is one certainly festively seraphic, Though for too many getting it to this point can be nothing short of graphic, To pull it together amongst budgets, kids schedules and crazy traffic, Making reaching this moment with minimal broken nothing short of terrific!
Thus raise a glass to yourself and enjoy a treat! You’ve earned it for enduring through creating this scene so sweet, Knowing that very soon it shall look polar opposite to this neat, But the magic is that you can smile and enjoy the next elements feat.
For as those you love gather round and find their comfy place, Excitement and anticipation weave into the seraphic atmosphere their taste, Children’s increasing enthusiasm ripples from their little bodies like a lidless glitter jar, Dissolving any grinchiness in those nearby them lackadaisically basking in the tree-lights star.
The first gift is all not a moment too soon passed to a child, They rip the wrapping paper off - confettiing it in an excited manner far from mild, Their eyes sparkling as they reveal the before unknown gift that was hidden away, Then becoming impatient for the next gift and the chance with this new item to play.
You look on as the children continue ripping paper from presents, The mess all the paper is making starts creating an element of frustration within, You put in all that work and now it is hard to focus on allowing their overflowing delight to win, Thus you take a moment to breathe, though in releasing your growing frustration it barely dents.
Then as if divinely guided your focus shifts to the still on gifts paper, Almost in a slowed trance you watch others peel back tape and unfold precise creases, The confetti soon seems irrelevant - the messes hold on you lessens ‘fore it altogether ceases, Returning the magical element to this once again joyful quintessentially Christmas caper.
Thus present vie present you watch layer by layer of gifts well wrapped be unveiled, With each passing moment your ability to care for the mess dissolves into the abyss it’s now sailed, The twinkle of lights glimmer off the red of your wine - whilst the brandied fruit cake aroma aligns and blends, ’Tis fast evolving into a more than magical moment of bliss around this tree with your family and friends.
You’re soon passed a gift thus peel back the tape / untie the curled ribbon with a touch of care, Thoughts venturing to Christmas’s past when you were one of the kids ripping through the paper with flair, And how you’ve evolved through your life's many challenges to come to this point of such expected decorum, Creates a sense of wonder and reflection whilst you devour a chocolate ball infused with a touch of rum.
Eventually the chaos of this Christmas moment subsides - all dissipating to their next element of the day, You take a long deep breath and slowly survey the once perfectly pristine room, It’s still there despite it’s post apocalyptic, wrapping paper and packaging explosion resemblance, Thus as you tidy you guide your thoughts to all the joy the paper unveiled rather than the task at hands gloom…
For like every day of life Christmastime also needs to be kept within it’s balance, Overdone festivities without moments to breathe and realign are bound to create overwhelm within, Thus is why a task like picking up gift wrappings or clearing the table with maybe only one or two other people is vital, It can make all the difference to ones holiday seasons mental survival…
And eventually when the paper is cleared and the delightful picturesque Christmas scene returns, You can just soak in the all the warmth and bliss this seraphic festive environment has left to offer you, Before adjourning lackadaisically to your own next element this Christmas has in store, Whilst noting ’tis never a quiet idea to gift a child of any age something like a kazoo!
Thus back into this holiday a touch renewed you can now go, Irrespective it be one pristine/ sandy/ dust filled or covered in snow, Knowing the balance you can create throughout the upcoming year, ’Tis possibly the greatest gift one can impart to another dear.
I do hope you have enjoyed this Christmastime moment and have a harmonious as possible festive season!
Picture a moment a huge wattle covered in bumblebee style blossoms, But it’s late in the season and the slightest bump or breeze makes them fall… 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, You venture from this moment with a much lighter feeling.
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~ A note for those wondering; no the picture is not wattle… ’tis mulga… one of the wattles outback ‘cousins’. 🙂
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