As the blistering sun sets below the treeline making way for night,
A cooling breeze picks up the day’s debris to relieve all from it’s weight,
Fading footprints left in the hot red sand so none can follow the beings plight,
Whilst the full moon rises with an orange hue ‘till ’tis well above the trees,
Reflecting the clear night sky’s sparkle upon their leaves creating a glittery delight.
For in this soft seraphic calm between dusk and dawn the bushland breathes,
The earth transmuting the days debris into fuel for the upcoming morn,
Replenishing all whom surrender their overload amongst natures eaves,
Enlightening their physical whilst they rest rather than facing burnouts storm,
Soothed by the wind through the gum leaves melody akin oceanic reprieves.
Hence post midnight may feel like a back road stretching forever for all awake to wonder,
Becoming more than the day before with the evolution their mind gains as they ponder,
Surrendering to the earth that they no longer need pursue as through their day they wander,
So they have space for what aligns with their core self now rather than pursuits that time can squander,
Irrespective perceived importance: the non-resonant released clear way for the aligned to grow fonder.
Thus feel into the night breeze and the moons glow; surrender to their energetic plan,
Release what you force yourself to undertake so they can evolve/transmute it for you,
Breathe slower as you prepare to sleep for ’tis an element you can consciously command,
That can make or break your perspective’s attempts to strive - manifest your goals thru,
Beyond this moment when replenishment awaits to take it’s essential stand.
For even therapeutic endeavors supposedly good for us in a specific way,
Can be mere additions to the constellations of our life that eventually don’t belong,
Though essential to one’s foundations going forth in original form they’re not resonant with tomorrows foray,
No longer more than a note in the melody flowing through one’s ongoing unique song,
Hence akin a seed; need be released, allowing your alignment to increasingly effortlessly flow into the next moments parlay.
Daily writing prompt
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
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