On the path of life one ventures, Twisting, leaping, in a direction or three at once, And yet all three one day one may find, Are just one, long, intertwined path, Of illusionary elements that at their core, Are all of the exact same kind.
‘Tis the illusion that gains us this clarity, That we constantly appear to seek, Hilariously venturing through apparent smog, Evolving our brains ‘till we think we’ve found our way through, Thinking there’s some amazing destination, Only to find ourselves still sitting on the exact same log.
For though we’ve ventured, evolved, transpired, We’ve learned a lot, changed everything and grown tired, When we strip back it all, sit, and prepare our next step, Knowing of the illusion we’ve cleared that’s at our back, We can see now all the variants we’ve overcome, Have essentially returned us back to our core concept.
A concept that has been with us our whole lives, Whether we acknowledge it there or not, Those whom seek rest assured shall find theirs, Though it shan’t be what they think they’re looking for, When they look they may see only that which they can see, It shall not be revealed until the right moment rears…
Thus why one may seem lost in an illusion, Illusion surrounded thickly by fog, We can’t actually clear it while we’re ultimately inept, Even then ‘tis merely a moment of enlightenment, To guide our way forth from the moment, That we gain a rare opportunity to realise that which is… Our core concept.
Enlightenment, ‘tis a topic most have some degree of thought upon, When the dullness of mundane has become heavy, The mayhem of the world outweighs our ability adding inability to continue on, As we try to make our way through day by day that little less steady…
Yet when we close our eyes a mere moment, Take a deep breath and blow away the smog, We can bask in the internal evenings sunlight, Healing energetically from our dense auric atmospheric bog.
For as one’s meditatively baskin’ in their inner light, Mind easing from the fogginess that’s crept in since last time, Whilst one’s Senses tingle as in a place elysian in style, To escape here an hour would be seraphically sublime!
Now, it may be an ecstatic experience of bliss, To go on a meditative adventure through one’s mind, However to be bathed throughout in golden light, ‘Tis immensely more peiskos style in kind…
Thus when baskin’ in the inner light one can find deep within one’s soul, It is far more than a moment of mental peace one can desire to be the goal, But a more seraphic energetic healing moment may aspire to unfold, Warming one’s being towards a more Devinely guided alignment kind of role.
Work. Most of us seem to be caught within it’s bind, Forever mundane though its flow may be until we’re ready to loose our mind, Though what if it were something we should consider only to quasi entail? Something our lives should be enhanced by not revolve around or fail?
Perhaps be there an element we’ve never acknowledged much before, Like something that’s been buried we should dare to explore, Yet whilst we venture forth shall we record all we implore? For most ‘rabbit holes’ can have variations galore!
Thus season vie season ‘till we’re fore wallowed and quanked, Our imaginations disappointed on the quantifiable progression of goals that are yet to be banked, Shall it quasi entail all we’re yet to have manifested? Surly hope enlightens us not to seem thoroughly bested.
In times our minds boggle and we’ve increased overwhelm, Some may suggest time be spent a moment within meditations realm, Though perhaps also a moment where reflection should take over one’s helm, May keep our lives in greater holistic balance aligning akin an elm.
Only then shall it be remotely wise to one’s mind, To venture onwards with velleity to lucubrate in kind, Remembering per-tenaciousness could divert efforts back to a bind, Where the only reprieve is thoughts of one’s life’s elements each quasi entail, all seraphically in balance, aligned.
Venturing along a dusty bush track, Wind messing with your hair, Dust flies where rubber or hoof meet ground, There’s very few things to this compare.
Be it your choice of ute style, horse, or bike, The blue grey bush land blurs on by, As one becomes as one with their chosen ‘beast’, Beneath an aquamarine shade of sky.
Winding tracks vs long dirt roads, Dirt mound jumps ‘n’ obstacles to master, Canine friends running loyally along beside, May few be the unexpected hole or branch disaster.
For riding through the Aussie bush, Can bring a clearing of one’s mind, A freeing feeling that blows away debris, That can constrict us to a negative energetic bind.
And even if the red dust tracks one rides, Are ones you’ve ridden many a time before, Each time is still filled with that same sense of adventure, Of wonderment of what this time may have in store!
Boots on ‘n’ out the door, For ‘tis winter outback once more! The safest season to head into the Aussie bush, To go camping, play and explore!
Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised, Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes, For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance, Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…
Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon, One can revel in wonders to be found all around, From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air, To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.
There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree, Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze, Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower, The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;
Then comes the element of discovering that which came before, With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore, Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore, For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!
Ever have an amazing idea you long to bring to life? Yet haven’t known exactly how to make it actually so, I’ve been there many a time before myself as well, And I think you may just require what this poem has in stow…
As when we get amazing ideas popping into our thoughts, We may have elements we already know how to apply, But what of the other elements? Our knowledge and research skills can only take us so far, How do we navigate the ideas onward to the world beyond you and I?
For to the world in general ‘tis irrelevant if an idea be thine or thous, Nor if we’ve worked on it from scratch hours upon hours, If near not a soul can find it; it truly only exists for us alone, Which for some may shatter dreams through to their very bone…
Yet though we be much like a droplet in the oceans vast, A tiny leaf upon a massive, wise ancient tree with its roots steadfast, There’s always room for us and our creations in this world, We just need to learn how to cast it out into the sea successfully unfurled.
Now, though there’s always a multitude of ways for one to go about this, The way I find to be ideal for launching ideas from thoughts to creations so that the world can enjoy a squiz,
With an element of metals flake bringing colour and glitter, These near inch wide creations bring their own light touch of sparkle, Incorporated with tiny crystals and gems in a vibrantly balanced abundance, To only get one ‘tis for your own mind to debacle…
For the holographic sparkles through the silver, Tend to fizz their way through one’s aura subtly light, Supporting one’s feminine auric balance seraphically, Whilst strengthening one’s aura to filter against whatever it may of one’s plight.
Though the blue grey mix ‘twas originally white, This accidental masterpiece is nothing short of a delight, Bolstering one’s wiser thoughts to surface more often than not, And increasing one’s visions through a feminine perspective when sought.
The magical delight that is translucent violet, Has see through moments amongst it’s pink and blue, Making magical fairy inspired elements to this unique variant, With a touch of light loving communication support for you!
The amethyst tone of my purple creations, Mirror the gem’s perspective rather well, With calming, protective wisdom, for your path ahead, Doing what it can to energetically have your back and warn off smaller ill-foretell...
The blue is near aligned a hue with that of a clear outback sky, Supporting clear communication attempts to bloom, Though like most; elements of tourmaline are clearly visible, This bright creation during meditation can support the clearing of gloom.
An Emerald hue brings a nurturing element, To this sparkling colourful collection of energetic support, Though not as grounding as one might expect, This gentle healer may subconsciously suggest the odd loving thought.
Flecks of pyrite and tourmaline boldly embrue, These golden vibrant stars supportive efforts towards one’s solar, To bolster vibrancy throughout one’s day, And do their bit to motivate one onwards!
Our Orange design is ideal for Halloween lovers and creatives alike, Perfect for a touch of pocket support for those venturing through sensual or hormonal balancing, Those enduring horrific creative blocks, Or Gouls heading out on a certain hallowed eve for some fun and gentle menacing…
The passionate, romantic hue of red that matches that of blood, ‘Tis what one can expect to support one’s base chakra’s niche, Physicality ‘Tis the focus of what this one shines its efforts towards, Supporting one’s physical through each moment within reach.
Inspiring thoughts of the galaxy beyond, These dark holographic flecked delights aim to protect, Empowering thoughts beyond their current limitations, Are elements one may be more open to expect.
Now though they’re brilliant bringing into one’s life a little touch of sparkle, Infused with my own multiple Reiki modality amalgamative blend, They are purely a subtlety supportive creation one can just keep in bag or pocket, However for more in depth information including how to boost their effects and more; adjourning to:
As the sun’s light seeps into the outback, The bushland’s as still as can be, For the nocturnal creatures have gone to bed, And the daytime array are just now waking to see…
Thus there’s a stillness in the dawn time, Where only those from dusk chirp and whir, For even the earliest bird’s still in their nest, Though Morning activities are starting to stir…
As a ray of sunshine finally finds its way, As does the first birds sweet chirpy song, Animals awaken with the warming light, With this day anew yet to have a wrong.
Soon starts the chorus of magpie’s warble, Unmistakable amongst the melodious array of a birdlife orchestra, Whilst emu’s bass is only heard by those nearby, And cockatoo’s shriek ‘tis much like a rookie fiddlers beta.
Before too long the dawn blends into morning, The birdlife settles into their day’s mundane, The dew drops dried and reptiles warmed, The sunkissed outback life ‘tis one uniquely within its own seraphic lane.
Do you ever wish you could just stay home and create? Or perhaps you’ve tried it before and just couldn’t make it work? Though ‘tis a kerfuffle creatives often do face, Leaving so many of us with feelings of utter defeat that often happen to lurk.
For ‘tis one thing to learn what is needed then practice and flail, Pick oneself up to try again and again ‘till mastering, perfecting, What art it is we love to have mastered and reveal it to the world, Only for near no one to see it leaving us realistically unable to continue creating…
Though, what if there was a way for you to learn how, You could properly create a business from your passions and hobbies… Around your life’s current style of being, Flexibly enough to take needed breaks with your kids whenever you please.
Well, I’ve learned of a style in which one can learn to create, With knowledge of ways I myself have applied to increase my creations view-age of late, Through learning how to evolve my ‘place online for my creations’ if you will, Which has bolstered my own creations abundantly from sitting stagnant and still…
Thus, if you’re also someone that prefers to create in the sun, Whilst watching your children nearby having fun,
The Blue sky greys above the tree tops, Shades off black and daunting, The pre-rain aroma ‘tis yet to fill the air, With Gidgee’s wreak ever so revolting.
The box trees leaves soon change their hue, To a green contrasting boldly the darkness of the sky, Stillness when paired with warmer humidity, Join Mother Nature’s warning a storm is nigh.
Creatures of all kinds seek their favourite spots, With a style near of electrifying grace and haste, ‘Till thunder starts to grumble through the air, All knowing there’s soon a storm to face.
Though a summer storm brings welcomed rain, They’re polar contrasts to winter’s style so peaceful, They possess effects challenging enough to be a pain, Including chain lightning, flooding and destruction creating situations for all eventful.
For when hail and droplets heavy hide the bushland that surrounds, One knows there’ll be nothing but mud for days upon the ground, Yet once it does dry the outback blooms now with replenishment abounds, Attracting birdlife and creatures moved along from where ‘tis still dry, Thus filling fresh rinsed air with all their grateful sweet sounds!
The Poetic Life 2.0 