On our paths we often find ourselves facing many a challenge, For life would be rather monotonous near boring if there were none, Though we may prefer the easy routes within our comfort zones, That can actually distance us from our core path and a lot of fun.
For if life were all seraphic moments of bliss with cake and tea, We’d never grow to grasp the chaotic adventures that await, Never know the full intensity of what life can have in store for us, Never experience the ecstatic moments that exist ‘till it’s too late.
Thus why we’re often encouraged to get out of our comfort zone, By those whom have often already experienced what they’re asking of us alone, It’s an invitation to become exposed to a new element though you may groan, For those open to flow lead more fulfilling lives than those mentally set in stone.
Which is why we leave the seraphic on new adventures from time to time, Though we believe we prefer the mundane bliss to be sublime, It’s monotony can stagnate our ability to grow and entwine, With the elements we need to thrive and bloom into ourselves in kind.
When we get an amazing idea we desire to create, We can be tempted to dive straight in without much thought… However this may be the worst thing we can do for our ideas, As when this occurs often in the unknown we can find ourselves caught…
For even our most simple ideas can have elements unknown, Like if we decide to just wake up and go on an adventure and don’t check the weather, Get half way to an off grid destination and a storm hit to us unexpectedly, One’s then stuck with an extra muddy challenge to get home or there.
Thus is why every idea requires an element of research, Some time to ponder our options and create a doable plan, Before we jump in and take action to bring our ideas into reality, Rather than make a mess of what could be something unworthy of the dustpan.
The element however need be just that - an element, For when a single element takes over an idea ’tis equally tragic, Irrespective be it research, or creating, or something else important, If we loose our balance we’re still caught in the unknown, never knowing of what could be it’s whole magic…
So for those with an idea they long to bring to life, Remember to keep it in balance ~ seek support if need be to stay out of strife, And for those already lost in minds abyss from diving in to their ideas too soon, We’ve all been there… thus finding a supporting element may be what pulls it through!
When one endeavors to change a habit, We often waiver and then fall flat… Yet what if we were to then pick ourselves up - try to implant the habit again, Rather than leaving it on the ‘ain’t happening’ mat…
Often we hear the lines ‘don’t give up’ and ‘Keep trying you’ll get it next time’, When struggling through trying to achieve something big or new, Why not for habits we’re trying to implant in our day to make our lives better? They can be just as hard - thus all the more needing of the encouragement too.
For sometimes when we’re attempting to change our lives, What we’re replacing does its best to survive ‘fore the new thrives, Creating many a challenge we’re often underprepared to face, Especially if ’tis a new years resolution lackadaisically in place…
Yet when one does keep trying to create said new habit, One may have times when they feel a bit like a rabbit, Bouncing erratically between the old and the new, Until finally the desired element breaks its way through!
Thus to those in this world trying to change their lifestyle, Be patient, keep trying ~ for habit implementation can take a while, ’Tis not simply a seraphic moment of one making a decision to compile, An element into ones day with a word and a smile;
For the greatest challenge of a habit ’tis getting it to stick, Otherwise its nothing more than trying something out for a bit, Yet we often find even months in falling back into the old’s comfort, That we’re going to be struggling for a longer while with it…
Remember though ’tis what one shall gain in the end, Once the new element is implemented fully as a habit my friend, That shall make ones evolution through the many challenges great, All worth the mayhem and discomfort to change the path to life’s fate.
Imagine for this moment… You’re walking through a grove of trees, Whom are gently swaying in the breeze, Whilst a bird is sweetly chirping the song of its choice, All seems near too seraphic as you ponder whatever you please…
The sky though not clear isn’t concerning, Yet the trees seem to smell stronger than one expected, You walk on for this moment ’tis what you seem to be yearning, As you enjoy this time for your mind to find your soul reflected…
Thus as you’re engulfed in your thoughts and the scene of your walk, You’ve no way to notice the erratic raindrops upon the path, Or the birds falling silent as the trees seem a message to talk, That all should seek shelter or become prey to natures wrath…
As the sky begins to open up with a delightful sprinkling of rain, Each droplet so gently lands upon its mark as if designated, You stand still - letting each raindrop quench your soul of any pain, ‘Fore it starts washing away debris that blocks that which is fated…
If one were to stay in their comfort zone, One may wake up a morning to find they’re alone, Left behind by all once loved whom took a chance, In the game of life’s ever evolving dance…
Wondering how one could have been so comfortably kind, Happy in the moment one chose to stay behind, Never doubting one could live life this way, Expecting all to follow the example to stagnate and play…
However ’tis not the way humans are designed to be, We’re curious creators/innovators designed to walk freely, Connected to Mother Nature in all that we do, Not shutting away our minds all day through.
Thus as we evolve through our lives never knowing, Precisely what it is each moment may be stowing, Despite crafting each moment from the one before, In a domino effect with possibilities galore!
So as we take a leap of faith and switch off the TV, Exploring our minds to discover our bliss naturally, We attract a new vibrance to our mundane lives, As we create ourselves into a being that truly thrives!
Imagine for a moment; you’re standing on the veranda, Of a beautiful Queenslander Style home, Surrounded by an abundance of blue toned gum trees… The humidity of the day has made their eucalypt smell, Intensely fill the air ~ though not as bad as the not far away gidgees…
In a moment the sky swiftly darkens to shades off deep charcoal grey, Whilst the dust filled wind roars through the leaves, You take shelter in the most secure part of the house, As the sky seems to literally open up with heavy rain, You can’t see the trees, for this style of storm can only douse.
The raindrops landing on the roof are near deafening, Yet the distant lightning’s thunder still grumbles overhead, And one can still hear the ping of the hail when it starts, Thus one can only hope that amongst the wind and hail, That ‘tis only water to be what this downpour imparts…
Presently you notice the rain eases then stops, Near as abruptly as it began it’s now calm, Venturing out there's minimal debris but the yard’s inundated, Though this much water shall bring the rain lillys up, Thus for now bowing to mother natures prowess ’tis fated.
As a feather falls unto the earth after falling from so very high, It’s journeys far from over for a new one ’tis soon nigh… Whilst it may be carried on the breeze for a little while, Down a stream and to a child's hand in such a graceful style, One cannot help but wonder what it’s lifetime held before, All the sights the bird experienced creating the energetic stories it may have in store…
For a growing number now know our world is energetic, And that some have ways to discover the too often tragic, Stories of the world around us in various ways, Through items such as feathers should they to us their stories convey, Though elements at times are lost to translations art, Filtered through the perspective of those ’tis to impart…
For ’tis far from just the energetic stories of our earth that in this way are effected… Our perspectives are our entire life views being selectively projected, Into every moment we walk in this world and elements in our time beyond, For we leave fragments everywhere like breadcrumb notes of our life’s song! Like clues in a treasure hunt for those in the future to find, All the stories that make up our lives that we’ve left trailing behind.
Thus one need only a feather to uncover the story of a bird, Whom Soared above clouds ’n’ up before any other creature stirred; The leaf of a tree through it’s perspective up rather high; Or a pebble to unveil what it’s noted going on nearby… The key to it all is to just learn to listen and feel, Then take note of what you may not realise is actually real!
Imagine a moment; Your walking along an overgrown track, Red sandy dirt beneath your feet ~ warm morning sun caressing your back… The morning air ’tis a little bit sticky yet pleasant enough to breathe deeply with ease, As is a normal summers morn in the Outback, as the birdlife flit where they please…
Thus as you notice a flock of inch high wrens in a bush, Shades of blue and brown amongst the green, You can’t help but wonder ‘would they be like a young chicken to pat?’ As they look so soft, delicate and light as they hop through the branches and preen.
Next thing you know a trio of parrots zoom just o’er head, Enchanted by their multi green and yellow blur you follow, Though never leaving your path for the bush can be dangerous ’tis said, Yet you still watch these mostly green feathered beauties disappear into a tree hollow.
So as the grasses sway in the slightest of breeze with grace, You continue upon your chosen track with haste, For the morning now warms to the border of your comforts desire, Thus for now leaving the bush to itself ’tis what it shall of you now require…
When we gain an idea we want to bring to the world, Letting it sit too long in our minds is the worst thing we can do, For too long and it shall begin to diminish much like a distant dream, Into the abyss that we all have in our minds that resembles thought stew…
Thus despite our urgency to create our idea’s into this world, We need first find a moment to fit them into our day, For we’ve all a million things to remember to do daily, And adding to our list in abundance can just send burnout our way.
Though we also need to act upon our ideas hastily, Or at least take the time to write down all their components within our mind, To reduce their likelihood of becoming an element of the thought stew, Lost to us possibly then forever to the universes time.
And yet our best ideas are always able to find a way to transpire, At times even keeping us up all night so they may come into reality, For when an idea fills our ‘passion meter’ to overflowing, We cannot not create it through to its totality!
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 