Picture in your mind a moment a gem deep in a rocky area of our earth,
Completely surrounded in a way only it can fit where it is,
For ’tis where it’s been formed thus knows of no other place,
Where element by element it’s grown and evolved into its hugging encase.
Eventually comes a moment when ’tis uncovered by an ambitious miner,
Whom has tirelessly dug their way from the surface down to this point,
Both covered in dirt their light defines sparkles to experience galore,
For this moment is a beginning unlike any other thats come before.
The minor elated is now tasked with the element of extraction,
Of this enchanting gem they’ve found delicately so as to reduce chances of fraction,
Far from an easy task they shall succeed this time with minimal distraction,
As completely removing this gem shall bring them a moment of immense satisfaction.
Soon the gem ’tis hit with sunshine for the first time in its existence,
With a stronger intensity to the lamp it sparkles and reveals glimmers,
Of it’s enchanting beauty all the more to the delight of all whom see,
It’s beauty giving shivers to all whose imaginations upon such a thing simmers…
Once cleaned of dirt all is revealed ~ for this gem shan’t disappoint,
All that once was hidden from view ’tis now uncovered to view with ease,
Rainbows myriad through its being like magic to brighten the dullest of moments,
Potential now realised that for this beauty shall be far from a squeeze.
Ones creations too are much like this gem ~ hidden deep within our mind...
Until we eventually discover and in turn craft them into being,
With hopes the whole world can one day see them glimmer and shine in kind.
Tag: lifestyle
A Poetic Moment Contemplating how we’re often Buried in Dust ‘fore Dazzling in the Moonlight
When we set out to create that thing we feel destined to create,
Often we start with little more than an idea in our mind…
Not knowing how it will ultimately end up turning out,
Or if anyone else will even appreciate it and our efforts in kind…
Yet still we slough away crafting it and learning all else we need,
To evolve it into some resemblance of our vision in that initial spark,
Though ’tis now buried deep in the energetic dust of our thoughts,
Quintessentially a gem awaiting for all we need to mine it out to make its mark.
For in the moment one catches a glimpse of its unique sparkle,
Its ability to shine ’tis no longer up for becoming the focus of debacle,
Rather polarity takes a side step allowing the full force of one’s ability to take hold,
Motivating one to blast through challenges faced in your creative flow never been told.
Until comes the time ones creation has evolved thoroughly from an ideas spark,
To completion ready for soaring into the universe upon it’s debut moment to embark,
Dazzling in the moonlights gentle shine its perfection to you ’tis stark,
Though an element of doubt always lingers to how the world will react ‘fore its launch's start…
Thus why ’tis always a recommended element to have all the knowledge and support,
Needed before unfurling ones creations to the world as to not have them contort,
For when one goes at it alone thinking they can succeed on their own they can miss necessities,
Under the illusion they’ve all they’ll ever need to craft ideas into complete fruition,
Thus why when to adjourn through the thepoeticlife2.biz ’tis not a moment to ignore your intuition.
A Poetic Moment Embarking into the Flow of the day
As the dew drys from the flora whilst the morn warms to day,
The bushland awakens to a still cool moment to bask in the dawning sunshine,
Knowing that soon it shall be too hot to enjoy as soon shall be scorching,
Thus lackadaisically taking a breath in this gentle seraphic warmth ’tis sublime…
Though soon the chaos of the day shall clench one in its ever firm grasp,
‘Till then one can ease into the flow with a quintessentially whimsical flair,
In one’s preference of style with birdsong’s melodious theme to listen to,
As a fragrant, dry, gentle dry breeze wisps through ones still wild free hair.
Momentarily this moment shall soon evolve into the next rather hastily,
Much like each moment that has passed through ones life before,
For all things cycle on through their time thriving their own way thru seed to dust,
Enduring challenges and blissful moments in balance as they swoop low and soar..
Despite plethora attempts to control how we flow through each long day,
We’re ultimately destined to traverse in the universes planned way,
Yet how we perceive our days flow through our human perspective,
Can have an abundance of influence on how one’s day goes once reflective.
’Tis with this thought in ones mind one as one prepares for the upcoming tasks,
Mindfully having this balancing moment as upon ones day thou embarks,
Mind now set ready for whatever element shall this day should happen to produce,
Endurance evolved so never to tears may this one force you to reduce.
A Mini Mindful Moment Pondering the Facets of the Universe
Envision a moment ~ a leaf… seemingly dangling with the same purpose as every other…
Yet no two are ever exactly identical ~ no two in exactly the same spot,
Each has a differing view ~ thus despite similarities all have vastly different lives…
Now picture yourself as this leaf you’ve chosen upon in your mind,
’Tis it one warming in the full sun or perhaps the shade’s what you’ve timed…
Be it on a lower/mid/higher branch ~ the type of plant really doesn’t much matter,
For now look out from your spot through all the other leaves you can see…
Notice how different though similar all the leaves around you happen to be.
For to those looking from afar they may all seem to appear exactly the same,
Yet with a closer view one may notice an abundance of variants less tame…
As whilst some bring a cooling element others provide a place for eggs to call home,
They can protect a bud yet to bloom too soon or carry insects on the wind to roam…
Thus much like us each leaf though so similar ’tis quintessentially unique,
Each creating its own seraphic element to a facet for our universe to be complete,
Cycling through and constantly adjusting/evolving ‘till the moment ’tis bittersweet,
Then taking another element onwards for nothing can last too long within its respective feat.
A Poetic Moment Contemplating Mindfulness for Renewal and Balance
Sometimes when we find ourselves fighting against the illusion of defeat,
’Tis purely a sign that we need rest ~ time to replenish our being with something sweet…
A moment of being gentle with our balance through taking time to energetically revive,
Our physical bodies so that we can once again push onwards and vibrantly thrive.
For when one continues to fight thru their days depleted near beyond functioning,
It shan’t just be one’s immediate to do list that will need a moment of reshuffling,
But everything that one has planned possibly for months even years ahead,
When burnout claims you as its victim in a way you can’t even imagine to dread.
Thus why maintaining our delicate element of balance ’tis a vital key,
To flow through each day with an air of effervescence and seraphically,
As whimsical as it may sound to say one need be in this moment mindfully,
’Tis actually essential to do so often enough to hold depletion distantly.
Yet for quite a lot of us that tend to create with a rather well lit passion,
Lackadaisical days of rest tend to seem far out of aligning with our fashion,
For we often find immense elements of wondrous enchantment and delight,
In creating whatever we’re working on all day long into near every night!
Though there is always an abundance of supportive elements that can assist us with this,
Like what can be found to guide one successfully with greater alignment and balance,
Through One’s idea creation and beyond to the world via thepoeticlife2.biz
With a lot less depletion, an abundance of knowledge and inspiration ~ without needing to be an all round whizz. 🙂
A Poetic Moment Pondering the Mastery of One’s Day Thru Embracing Divine Timing
As we walk through each day as though it be a marathon,
Often following to do lists that we should probably revise and evolve,
One need remember that adjusting ones perspective to align,
With a calmer lackadaisical variation can be all thats needed to break stresses hold.
For when we shift our focus from ‘there’s too much to do and not enough time’
To flowing from task to task with an element of ‘divine timing will allow all I need to do’,
One’s day rather swiftly becomes abundantly more seraphic effortlessly,
Which then starts rippling through our minds and tired body’s too!
Thus whilst we may still be crossing off the same tedious to do list,
A more whimsical mindset can ease the pressure from our entire being,
Allowing us to plough through each day with a lessening chance of burning out,
Sending other elements of overwhelm to the unhealthy polarity area fleetingly.
In turn this newly uncovered bliss can also foster thoughts of gratitude,
For everything we that we may possess and are able to do in our lives,
All we strive for irrespective of its normalised ludicrously to those looking on,
Knowing one day it just may be an element of something that totally thrives!
A Poetic Moment of Realignment to Overcome Creative Blocks
When one feels like all their ideas have left them for naught,
Drained of all they believe they require to continue in that they think need be fought,
Sometimes we just need to reconnect with what was our original muse,
Rather than continuing to drag on with whatever we happen to choose…
Thus once one’s a moment to realign and in turn again connect,
With what lies deep within that we’ve managed to thoroughly deflect,
Ideas will again flow easily in a quintessentially seraphic state,
Despite one having thoughts that they all may be way too late.
For though in these styles of moment one may feel like past low moments shall collide,
Increasing the pressure beyond known limits to see if you’ll survive or epically explode,
Though ‘tis not exactly much more than the illusion of one’s thoughts remembering,
All you’ve overcome before this moments attempts to take ones confidence and erode.
Whilst ones path to realignment may be rocky and invisible to all including at times you,
What shall define the evolved and connected path onwards is reliant on abilities to stay true,
To whom you define and subsequently create yourself into henceforth,
Be it lackadaisically done or more proactive following your own way to your north.
Whichever style you choose none of us can succeed upon our chosen paths too well alone,
Unless we’ve a near un-human vigorous drive and laser focus to our alignment with not even a groan,
Thus why for a perfectly supportive element for idea creation projects and an abundance more,
to where ’tis rather inspiring/supportive/loaded with knowledge and rarely a bore!
A Mini Mindful Moment in the depths of a seeds cycle
Picture yourself for this moment a seed ~ warm within the earths soil,
Knowing of nothing else with potential for near anything it can toil,
It slowly starts to sprout growing just a little every day,
Innocently ascending it’s unfurling into the unknown worlds foray…
With elements of pure nearth force pounding through every element of sap,
This tiny little being expanding forth into where ever it can follow sunlight through a gap,
For upon this venture into life and that it may find through it’s place in that lying beyond,
This little one continues through its phase as sproutling, through roots and frond.
Eventually it reaches a point when it basks with ease in the gentle mornings sun,
Focusing on the cooler elements it’s roots enjoy when the midday heat’s no fun…
Replenishing in refreshing nighttime dew drops ’tis its evening reprieve,
‘Till wintertime brings a full retreat within to all whom don’t take their leave.
As sap carries nurture for it throughout every element of its entire life,
Each root tip onwards within seed upwards in stem, branch, twig ,leaf sans strife,
Slowly seraphically soaking all it needs from cooling water to variants of foods,
Long after it grows and flowers seeds pass and it turns towards times broods.
‘Till comes the sobering moment it wilts to the end of its vibrant lifetime,
Bowing to cycles closing number drying leaves floating upon winds chime,
Eventually dissolving to dust molecules supporting others to grow,
Adjourning to its next position in natures multifaceted cycles flow.
A Poetic Moment Contemplating A Page of Potential
A page, as fresh and unmarked as the skin of a new born babe,
’Tis a symbol of pure potential that can be filled with imagination boundless,
For it is a clean slate awaiting to be filled with one’s creation,
Which never can be wasted even when it’s deemed a mess.
Even a page one may consider to be trash bound,
Has had epochal affects on your journey through this life,
It’s existence at one moment was your best attempt,
Before you tossed it like a steak stabbing knife.
‘Fore the moment you tossed it you learned, you grew,
You adjusted your way of viewing what you had created,
Thus evolved your thoughts on whatever you were doing,
And on the cycle of that page you have at least now contemplated.
On the flip side a page can hold secrets, never a soul to be told,
They can become great record holders ~ of any linguistic,
The stage for an artwork famed or privately pulchritudinous,
Part of a great story or idea mapped out so fantastic!
A page need not even be marked to fulfil its roll so often inconspicuous,
Many make sculptures and origami creations mind blowingly amazing,
From a humble piece of paper blank, though often from a tree majestic,
This quintessential being of potential can send one’s mind a blazing!
Yet still we see a page as a disposable resource,
Something to just use once and throw into a bin,
Rarely consciously thinking of the being it once was a part of,
Or the overwhelming state we have thrown this planet despicably in.
So perhaps we should all take a solitude sobering moment,
To be grateful of the sacrificial product of trees,
How we can honour their being through use of this paper page,
Rather than mindlessly doing with it whatever we happen to please.
From Stuck in Mental Mud to Unstoppable: A Writer’s Path to Flow
Flowing as a leaf does upon a twisting, raging river that’s winding eventually to the sea,
Words finding themselves on paper through whatever method the writer does please,
‘Till eventually they run aground into a bank of extra sticky mud,
Getting out of this messing spot is likely to be a mega mouthful of cud.
Yet on one must continue, despite the challenges this moment has created,
For stopping now amidst defeat ’tis not something one wishes demonstrated,
So on one sludges gradually with a deep breath and cup of hope,
Praying evidently that this patch of muck’s not a steep slope.
Element by element one seems to find momentum in their task,
Unaware if their making progress or getting absolutely nowhere fast,
Thus on they drive themselves, determined to be free of their bind,
Free to flow further along the path they’re upon to see what adventure awaits in kind.
Finally they grasp a momentary splash of perhaps illusionary freedom,
Hoping what they perceive ’tis not also sinking or seldom,
One reaches for another word, another grain of momentum,
Rising above this sludge has been nothing but excruciatingly fun.
Eventually, word by word, grain by grain of super sticky sand,
One assesses their progression to unglue their task at hand,
To discover they’ve crafted themselves into an unknown solution,
And freed themselves once again to flow further towards fruition!