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.
Time. We often seem to think we’ve never a right amount… There’s always something done too soon/too late/or can be done later… We seem to forget that the only time we truely have is what’s in this moment now, Yet our perspective still holds hope that times to come shall be ones greater.
Thus though for some that may hold true ~ their futures turn out to be amazing, Way too many of us miss so much until our now is a moment long in the past, For when we focus too obsessively on creating a future epic compared to now, We miss all the seraphic moments quintessential to our life as ’tis rolling fast.
This is why so many remind us to stay mindful of our current moments, In our lives we only have those mixed with memories and hope components, And to be wasting each and every hour consumed by futures enticing pull, We tend to forget that our time right now is the one of essence’s rule…
So whilst we may have the odd lackadaisical moment to smell the roses of our lives, They tend to be so few that we do ignorantly miss what we desire as it thrives, While we’re planning our next thing we think will work more of it into our days, Often even forgetting what we’ve already got as it seraphically parlays.
Thus please go forth now ~ with this thought somewhere in your mind, Take a moment to be more present to your present moment in kind, And if you need support to slow down before it does all pass on by, I’ve options here at The Poetic Life 2.0 you may just want to try.
If one were to venture into or visualise a shrubby area of the Australian Outback, Then take a slowed deep breath whilst finding themselves a comfortable spot to stay awhile, One may experience an abundance of enchanting things that most on a bush walk, Would pass by with minimal notice due to their focus and walking style…
Such as the colourful wrens and finches whom flit through the bushes with grace, Shade spectrum’s of violet thru blue ~ yellow, shades of brown and reds too, Hopping from branch to twig near unnoticeable to the alternatively distracted eye, Like fairies going about their day through the blue grey bushes where we’ve near not a clue.
For bright green parrots and budgies may be obvious as the fly by our heads, And cockatoos in their colourful array are as easy to spot as the Major Mitchel and Galah, Yet the likes of the bush doves and honeyeaters join the smaller kingfishers in being lesser seen by far.
As to experience the delight of seeing one of these more infinitesimal varieties of birdlife hidden away, One need be mindful of the seraphic location and be quietly lackadaisical yet alert to their way, For if one can venture beyond the illusion of these delightful beings being rare, One may be in for an enchanting experience that can be mystifyingly magical to compare!
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…
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!
As the wind dies down and the leaves calm, One listens to the birdsong tune that surrounds, ‘Tis so seraphic a picturesque scene one experiences here, With blue grey trees sheltering wildlife, Tall dried grasses, colourful birds, And the red dirt that abounds…
And then from seemingly nowhere the sand moves over ‘n’ around your feet, Moving whisplike a bit for a moment enchanting your attention, ‘Fore it starts swirling around at your ankles, Triggering an experience that takes a bit of comprehension…
Slowly this spiral increases in it’s velocity, ‘Tis not uncomfortable but the sandy element gritty, Growing its speed and height to one’s knees, Picking up, blowing away, and adjusting all that it please…
Soon one discovers they’re hip deep in a whirlpool, Consisting mostly of dust that sparkles in sunlight and wind just a touch cool, As your legs take on a new sensation before now unknown, ‘Fore further into this whirlwind one ‘tis ‘bout to be thrown.
Wind now begins to whip veraciously around your abdomen, Inching in height with each slow breath you take, The sensations across ones back remind one of that, Which an experienced masseuse may create…
Reaching chest height it soon creates an interesting illusion, Of treading water on a secluded private beach, Sensations of being sucked down within the whirlwind, Are not so overly far from ones imaginations reach…
Though reality ’tis completely the opposite, One is standing securely upon ones feet, The earth below supporting ones every move, In a way no being has the ability to ever beat.
Yet the whirlwind continues above ones shoulder height, Around one’s throat ~ creating an interesting insight, Sensations at every point neglected are now trying to fight, To gain your attention for going unnoticed to fester be their plight…
One’s line of sight fast becomes a blur of orange/red sparkle, Enlightening one to contemplate this moment’s debacle, Weightlessness brings it’s own variation of calming element particle, Whilst the whirlwind invigorates your every hairs follicle…
The whirlwind now swirls around one’s entire being, To thick to see through to anything on the other side, Bringing thoughts of unknown consequences to one’s mind, ‘Fore one truly has no idea the outcome to result from this ride…
Until the wind drops as through it never began, All around one’s position seems as it was before, Was the whirlwind just an illusion of some creators divine plan? Or something greater one need further explore?
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 