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.
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.
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.
Imagine in this moment; you’re standing in the outback, With it’s iconic red sandy dirt beneath your feet, ‘Tis a warm dry afternoon in the springtime, And thus the scent of flowers is upon a light breeze, tangy ‘n’ sweet…
As you listen to the breeze dance amongst the gum leaves, Its ocean like melody lulls you into its sway, Into a more seraphic style of perspective, Allowing the breeze to for now blow all your troubles away….
Thus you’ve new space to taste the tangy scents upon the breeze, Which vary depending on the surrounding flora, Filling ones lungs slowly with abundant replenishment, Creating space to adjust for what lies soon in store!
Imagine for a moment, Your at a cozy quiet camp site, Deep in the Aussie bushland, Upon a damp, densely foggy morn…
Where the crisp morning air is what fills your lungs, As you venture out of your cozy warm swag into the fog, Taking a moment to revive the campfires coals, 'Fore finding a spot to sit upon a sturdy bark free log…
The fire soon enough starts warming the air in reach, And provides the heat needed for your morning warm beverage of choice, As you sip slowly birdsong breaks through the bush lands silence, ‘Tis nothing short of seraphic to hear their orchestral voice.
Then as the performance seems to reach near its peak, A rouge ray of sunshine breaks through the fog, Warming your soul from where it first touches, As cell by cell it starts dissolving any remaining dull monologue.
Effervescent style this warmth from the sun’s first rays, Ripples throughout your being then outward, Slowly driving back the surrounding fog cover, ‘Till there’s no chance of it returning today ‘till night-covers bombard…
Thus in the soul healing warmth of the early morn’s sun, One sits sipping seraphically one’s warm beverage, Absorbing the bliss of one’s bushland surrounds, Knowing for this day ‘tis now an abundance of bliss that has leverage…
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.
The Poetic Life 2.0 