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.
Tag: lifestyle
Shall it Quasi Entail?
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.
Bush Ridin’
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!
Off Upon a Bushwalk!
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!
Idea be Thine
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,
Where one can become more informed and guided further upon the journey that ideas to fruition is…
Autumnal Outback
After a blistering outback summer near unbearable,
The likes of Gidgee take their turn to bloom,
Whilst animals and people all around enjoy the reprive,
And campfires are planned beneath the April moon.
For soon shall be the time for camping trips,
Bush Adventures and the like galore,
As the Australian Outback comes back to life,
When most of the reptiles take their turn to snore!
Gardeners and farmers sow the winters seeds,
And pray their efforts bring forth that intended rather than abundant weeds,
Native mammals take their turn to be more active,
Whilst the colours of an autumnal outback have their moment to believe.
Thus from Gumtrees cooler shades of grey blue,
To Gidgee’s bumble bee blossoms blooming on cue,
Contrasting the dirt to seem a shade redder in hue,
Though seraphically beautiful ‘tis parallel to springtimes slew.
The more gentle rains bring green grasses back,
Bird life’s change from summer predators to winter finches seems near a hack,
As new surprises have a tendency to never lack,
For ‘tis that fun part of the year commencing when Australia cools its way into an Autumnal Outback!
Living the Poetic Life.
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to live a poetic kind of life?
Wondered how you would feel if you ‘had it all’?
A beautiful home where you’re present for your kids,
Income that doesn’t crash if you happen to fall…
To be able to wake up each morning,
With only the universe and your kids to sway your plans for the day,
To be in charge of what and when you plan to achieve,
All it is you dream to manifest prosperously your way.
Well, let me tell you something seemingly crazy,
Not only is it possible, but very doable ‘less one gets lazy,
I know this to be true for I’ve been applying it myself,
And the growth from learning the skill set is life changing within itself!
For being able to balance getting everything done,
Be it work, home duties, parenting or fun,
Without burn out, struggles, or stress but instead being present to thrive,
Guiding my children through their schedules, whilst achieving my own endeavours and feeling truly alive.
It’s already taken me from feeling like a worn out robot,
With dreams and aspirations sitting gathering dust and rot,
To being able to rest, heal and learn what I need,
To thrive alongside my children feeling anew and freed!
To actually work on that which I love to do,
Instead of it stuck on a shelf seemingly with super glue,
And watch it grow and bloom like flowers in fertile soil,
From the mere moments needed for me to blissfully toil.
Can still make my mind boggle through aspects of the computation,
Of being able to design and manifest to the limits of imagination,
Whatever it is one’s desire wishes into creation,
Can actually near always be done once one’s the education.
Though not always is education needed in the traditional way,
For there’s also new variations that are here to stay,
That one can study and apply whilst guiding their children’s day,
Within moulded moments as they study and play.
And the learning pathway ‘tis not one to fret,
For I’ve ways to guide you through here at thepoeticlife2.net !
Be it elements of evolving one’s perspectives mindset,
Healing from that which holds you back or learning how to monetise your ideas for your most prosperous moments yet!