Posted in Mindful Moments, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering the Importance of Energetically Releasing Elements from Ones Mind…

Ever wake up in the morning with thoughts from the day before still weighing upon your mind?
They’re not thoughts of something you need to do or dreams you wish to create,
But memories and trivia irrelevant to your current moment and future,
Elements you wish you could release from your conscious mind’s debate…

They weigh you down both mentally and physically drain you too,
Thus releasing them to the void to transform into something more constructive,
’Tis ideal not just for you but it also allows them to become something anew,
As once released both gain the space for evolution rather than overloading ‘till both are reductive…

Hence the importance of energetically releasing all that serves your core self no purpose,
It can wear you down and wreak havoc on ones ability to even function far below the surface,
Festering away at one energetically like an item burning ‘till ashes in a furnace,
Rather than the perceived innocent random thought that simply leaves ones mind a near never ending circus.

Thus one need when a thought persistently arrises in ones conscious mind,
Take a moment to ponder its reason ~ is it useful? What support/lesson/healing could it be here to evoke?
If this is unanswerable then ’tis time to acknowledge the elements releasing and severing of its connection in kind,
Knowing if left too long irrelevant only to contraction both shall be energetically weakened ‘till broke.

Yet whilst knowing the importance of energetically releasing elements from ones mind,
’Tis in theory an ideal route allowing one to gain freedom and greater focus,
Often in the moment needed we tend to flail at how to effectively execute this process,
Or see these thoughts as normal and the methods release no more than unnecessary hocus-pocus…

Posted in Mindful Moments, Thought Provokers

A Poetically Mindful Moment Releasing Mental Clutter: With a Simple way to Manage Ones Overwhelm of Thoughts

If one were to close their eyes a moment to see an inner sea of stars,
One may think little of them ~ though what if each was a thought awaiting ones attention?
Each an element of possibility with endless options paramount,
Pining for time in ones conscious thoughts awareness seeking ones comprehension…

And though it may be a blessing for some to have such an abundance of ideas,
For others ’tis a nightmare leaving them awake all night and quanked,
Thus finding a way to release the ones you know you shall never use,
’Tis essential for ones overall well-being that it not be an element to be scrimshanked.

So close your eyes and find a seraphic spot to be lackadaisical a moment,
Whilst I reveal a way one can release potential thoughts unneeded in ones life’s component,
Slower deeper breathing tends to be supportive in the process that’s subsequent,
For this process shall unfold uniquely for all whom attempt it as it is ment.

Thus with closed eyes and slow breaths in a quiet comfy spot,
Bring your thoughts to releasing all that you will never need,
Envision every unnecessary star being released ~ dissolving from your sight until gone,
Remembering though this is a process that may need repeating and can vary in speed…

Eventually repetition of this process will bring your ‘inner stars’ to just a few,
Lightening ones mental load thus easing the tension on ones overloaded mind,
Allowing one to rest a little easier focusing on only that which is destined to be in your life,
So one can thrive with greater ease ~ knowing all that remains is for you to become aligned.

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments

A Cleansing Mini Mindful Moment of Natural Renewal in the Outback

Imagine in this moment you’re a tall gumtree in Australia’s Outback,
You’ve endured loosing leaves in droughts where red dust chokes,
Protected an abundance of others through many a blistering summer,
Blossomed beyond what ones imagination could ever possibly evoke.

The world around you is serene though dry ~ grasses have all hayed off,
There’s nothing but the most established flora and luckiest of fauna to be found,
The dust is coating everything again ~ breezes cannot even blow it completely away,
The air is thick with not just dust but ’tis humid to the point theres near not a sound…

For the sky o’er head is not blue but the darkest of greys,
Bringing an element of hope that the dust shall adjourn to memories forays,
As the clouds burst forth needed rains to quench all for days,
A welcome reprieve for all whom have the ability to survive through natures displays.

Eventually the irritating dust settles under a cooling watery mist,
That gradually increases to rinse the dust from heavy almost crispy leaves,
Pacing itself ‘till it reaches the deepest points of even the thickest debris,
Washing away blockages so deeply hidden they’re unknown ~ making space anew for fresh air’s heaves…

Raindrop by raindrop this moment continues with a gentle cooling breeze,
Gently rinsing ‘till refreshed even the most stagnant areas of ones soul,
Revitalising all it seeps into whilst cleansing all whom are upon this area of earth,
So one may enter a cycle of thriving once again within ones beings role.

Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

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.
Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

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.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Birdwatching in the Australian Outback

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!

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Energetically Dissolving Layers of Illusion

When we find ourselves facing layers of illusion,
In whatever mysterious form they may appear to be,
Often we want to just view it from a perspective of ignorance,
Wanting to ignore it and accept what it wants us to believe or flee…

Yet if one opts to though uncomfortable to face one can peer through the smog,
Dissolve the illusion through a simple mini mindful moments monologue…
Thus sit back and relax ~ let the day’s weight lighten for this moment,
And take a long slow deep breath in… then out ~ as ’tis a necessary component…

Now just picture yourself in a blue grey bush style clearing,
Red sand’s ‘neath velvet green moss under foot ~ bird song’s all one’s hearing,
You cannot see beyond as it appears to be a rather warm yet foggy morn,
You think ’tis mid morning though you cannot see the sun you believe it is way after dawn…

Here’s where we now cue the fun of this and tear through the illusion,
See the fog symbolically as the element that is causing you the confusion…
Now smell the air… and realise it’s far from fog ~ perhaps smoke, thick sleet or rain,
Let it seep into all of your senses and evolve your perspective to whichever you align without pain…

Then step forwards and allow it to vigorously rain ~ washing away all you once thought to be fog…
Thoroughly cleansing you and all that lies in your bushland surrounds,
Before the sunshine breaks through… revealing what lay hidden beneath,
That the foggy illusion had covered which can now be known to you in abounds…

Yet one need always remember it takes more than just one moment,
To fully enlighten one to any well buried in illusion hidden component,
Each time does however reveal it further to your conscious perception,
Thus further extinguishing and in turn dissolving illusions deception.

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Upon the Road

Close your eyes a moment ~ picture yourself turning on your preference of vehicle,
The motor roaring to life near on your command ~ sorry this one won’t work too well with a bicycle…
You prepare whatever need be as the motor warms a touch to use with ease,
‘Fore venturing out of one’s parking place to wherever your mind shall please,
Those lucky enough to be out of town you know of watching the dust cloud trailing behind,
Though for those enjoying civilisation there’s a reason this is designed to be in your mind… 🙂

For when one’s driving in the smallest amount of bull dust even a kid on a push bike can make a scene,
And Machinery ‘tis slow enough it can at times make the untrained eye question if ’tis dust or where a fire’s been…
Thus as you drive to the conditions with dust trailing behind in a near unmistakable cloud,
Music though optional ’tis bound to be an element that’s fun and usually loud…

Eventually the rather fun road of dust and rocks unmistakably turns to one with tar,
Which if one’s got newer mud tyres on can make you question if something’s wrong with the car…
Experiencing the hum of the vehicle ~ irrespective of where you happen to sit,
Is one rather polar to boring if you actually tune your mind into it…
As a diesel engine irrespective the vehicle has a tendency to roar like a mechanical beast,
Though I’ve less knowledge of other variants I’ve heard those with the least ‘Dino juice’ roar the least..

Then the noise of the road can also vary insanely dependant on the quality of road and ones tyres…
Ie: muds on a chunky sealed road is from a nightmare whereas all terrains on a sweet smooth road has a dreamy hum to it’s outliers,
Thus to say the sounds of the road can be a hypnotic affair be they aloud,
Probably explaining why so many enjoy time behind the wheel or out on whichever road their life has them found…