Imagine for a moment you’re caught in heavy rains, ’Tis not anything dangerous just a touch inconvenient… Before you continue take a slow deep breath ~ push the stagnation from your being, Then take a moment for your thoughts noting any and all pains, ‘Fore venturing onwards to cleanse and replenish the thought patterns your seeing.
As rain is natures way of cleansing and replenishing all, Irrespective of the perceptions we bestow upon it in the moment, Thus can be amazingly therapeutic for our minds and souls, With a slight change in ones mindset and a touch of visualisations ball, A beautiful rainy moment can take on greater enchanting roles…
For even in the moments one cannot find a storm, Closing your eyes and working imagination ‘til visualisation comes strong, Can flush ones energetic stagnation with rather effective form, As one can imagine the feeling of the water rinsing debris to be retransformed by mother earth, Alternatively a similar visualising thought in the shower cannot get it wrong.
The key is to hold this seraphic rain shower in ones mind, Long enough for it to flush the energetic perspective of what ails, Allowing it’s hold upon ones mind to weaken so in time it diminishes, So new elements can evolve ones mindset to ones next thing in kind, Before its resonance with ones alignment takes a different turn in its sails.
When one feels like life is against them, And all their efforts are leaving them flailing, A moment ’tis needed to release all they find to be building, Before they’ve no viable option left other than upon an element bailing…
For once one’s shed their excessive overflow, And channeled the remainder into fuelling their passion, They may find they’ve an element of polar abundance, To guide them to a way forwards along their paths style of fashion.
Yet a lot of us struggle to release the dense overwhelming build up, Despite needing to much like storm clouds do rain, Burying it deep within ’til it festers then consequently explodes, Creating little other than unneeded chaos and unnecessary pain…
Thus why one need take their moment to release in a way less counterproductive, To whatever one’s trying to manifest for it to be not so destructive, Be your preference unloading to another’s supportive ear or cardio your style, Honing ones outlet to align with oneself shall be what is ultimately best for you thus most conductive.
When we uncover that one thing we truly align with passionately, Irrespective it be writing that perfectly poetic piece/wildlife photography or something else entirely, One can lucubrate endlessly never noticing the time glimmering by for it seems to freeze, Whilst enchantment takes its hold upon ones mind allowing one to near not ever be quanked, ‘Till comes the point what one’s creating ’tis ready enough for it’s launch preparation to be embanked…
For when one delves deep enough into a task that within aligns to one completely, They can become as one ~ flowing through the processes involved with increasing ease, Like when a writers fingers float over the keys of their beloved laptop effortlessly, Or ink flowing onto a blank page filling it with immense amounts of words like ocean waves upon sand, Seraphically ones task manifests swiftly through each quintessential element touched by ones hand.
Thus one is enabled through their chosen task to gain a level of meditative qualities like mental bliss, In the moment they’re flowing through their favourite task in the quiet whilst nothings amiss, Irrespective if ones method brings feelings of imposter syndrome and elements of ludiosis, Ones seraphic state of mind when ones deep within crafting ones moment through their task ’tis what needs convey, Holding the chaos of the world around you in eremition whilst one lucubrates in its near hypnotic sway…
‘Till eventually one finds a natural completion point for their moment ~ though far from reaching the end, Returning to the world with everyone else emanating their new found bliss for others through auras one subconsciously sends, Unknowingly bringing an element of balance to our world as it endeavours to adjust and mend, From the chaos and disconnect created by those before ignorant of what their actions would bring, Soothing through every blissful moment one creates especially when in sync thus flowing with a seraphic quiescence styling.
When one first creates a blog ~ especially if ’tis their first, They may think they have all they require to succeed, Perhaps even have an abundance of content prepared that they need, Which whilst perfectly necessary for the initial stages novelty burst, Will still leave one at some point with an empty page flailing with one’s worst…
For what most starting a new something tend to forget in the moment, ’Tis that all marathons require rest to be a balanced never forgotten component, Yet even those that are in the habit of writing already each and every day, Know there can and near always will be times the divine shall throw elements in our way, Stopping us from undertaking our desired plans so what we’re manifesting can seraphically parlay…
For even the most perfectly organised of us with content created by the mount, Can have challenges thrown their way long enough for it to dwindle ‘till out, Despite ones attempts to stay in front of ones scheduling plans in theory, Some of life’s challenges can push one beyond ones ability ‘till they’re rather quanked and bleary, In turn adding frustrations ineluctable to traversing this filipendulous moment less teary.
Thus whilst algorithms and other elements may push one to create what one thinks they require, Long term it should really be irrelevant unless ’tis what YOU truely desire, For there needs to always be an element of balance to ones blogging (and sharing), An element of being mindful to how in ones life overall both physical and sophrosyne’s faring, As if one’s alamort their blogging attempts may gain a tenebrous nature from your lack of caring…
Now while most of us have moments we tend to forget we’re not amaranthine, Life always has ways of teaching us heuristic lessons through experiences we glean, Often at a forced quatervois with an interstice large enough we’ve space to reflect, Time to acknowledge and heal all we’ve of late tended to forget and neglect, In our efforts to push through continuing our blogging schedules irrespective of the effect.
Thus for those whom also enjoy the vocation that can be near daily blogging, Remember to keep it within a humane balance rather than over slogging, For no-one can enjoy your creations if you cannot create due to burnout, Taking a lackadaisical weekend to replenish may make robots whirr and ‘shout’, But ’tis at times necessary for one to continue upon this flippercanorious route.
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. 🙂
When we’re feeling down and rather flat, We may find ourselves turning to comforts that aren’t ideal, For the ways we’re advised to deal with our lower moments, Can seem to contradict that which our bodies and brains tend to feel…
As when we’re unable to see the light that’s hiding from this moments grasp, We need to remember that like all moments this one too shall pass, Though we may not want to acknowledge brighter times still exist, ’Tis only a first step out of the darkness of this hole we find ourselves stuck fast…
Though once we can see we’re just at the bottom of a metaphoric hole, It is possible for our perspective to be adjusted into a different role, For hastily clambering back into lighter happier times becomes the goal, Despite being down here the result of polarity forcing things into balances toll…
And whilst there are times when we truely need others to throw us a rope, Upon a cloudy day or three we can find a way to embark on an upwards slope, To slowly find our own way out of the hole we find ourselves to be thrown, Even if it requires a day to ourselves to eat cake and groan.
Thus when we’re ready for switchin’ the music back to upbeat and again rise our vibration higher, Ready to realign with our core and traverse back into our life’s brighter light, With a splash of energy work and a moment of meditation to ease our minds, We can dive back in replenished/realigned/ ready to continue our marathons plight.
When we’re working towards a goal or on a project that takes a lot of time, We often must find ways to increase our endurance levels, As otherwise we may never reach our moment of fulfilled manifestation, If the marathon to accomplish it takes our stamina and hastily dishevels it…
Thus why one needs to be mindful of their ability to endure through one’s marathon, Taking a moment when necessary to replenish thy being whenever need be, As burnout can increase overwhelm and stresses one can unnecessarily put upon oneself, Leaving failure to give the illusion that it will be the one winning imminently.
So as another milestones deadline brings it’s challenges to ones already loaded day, Remember ’tis mostly an illusion that one’s mentally losing in this foray, For often we just need to see things from an adjusted perspectives view, To unveil a way to greater ease of enduring through this one too!
And though we often bring these sorts of challenges upon ourselves, We still need to endure thru them to evolve ourselves from their conquering, Sometimes we need to endure them from varying facets of their existence, Until we learn and thus evolve so as no longer in their perspective we find ourselves wandering.
When we gain an idea we want to bring to the world, Letting it sit too long in our minds is the worst thing we can do, For too long and it shall begin to diminish much like a distant dream, Into the abyss that we all have in our minds that resembles thought stew…
Thus despite our urgency to create our idea’s into this world, We need first find a moment to fit them into our day, For we’ve all a million things to remember to do daily, And adding to our list in abundance can just send burnout our way.
Though we also need to act upon our ideas hastily, Or at least take the time to write down all their components within our mind, To reduce their likelihood of becoming an element of the thought stew, Lost to us possibly then forever to the universes time.
And yet our best ideas are always able to find a way to transpire, At times even keeping us up all night so they may come into reality, For when an idea fills our ‘passion meter’ to overflowing, We cannot not create it through to its totality!
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 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?
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