Posted in Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering the Elements Needed to Live a Good Life

Daily writing prompt
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
What is a good life, If not a collection of moments filled with love where ones soul can bloom?
Requiring an environment that aligns uniquely to ones core perspective,
Allowing one to breathe with no limitations to block ones efforts path,
Whilst one flows harmoniously with ease without hindering societies directive,
Fulfilling all one needs to in a way that intertwines both seraphically,
Irrespective if one can only see their successes in times aside reflective…

For when one can lucubrate day in day out fuelled with overflowing passion,
It creates a ripple through ones work that gives an element all can sense,
Enhancing ones entire life as ’tis woven in a elysian style vocational fashion,
Allowing ipseity to imbrue throughout all one works upon with a fulfilling experience,
Rather than the disconnected variant a lot are heard to endure from a perspective of ration,
One radiates to all the divine possibilities awaiting those whom dare clamber over the fence…

As if ones mind is cleansed so ones soul can align to ones core within,
Allowing ones light to radiate fearlessly with only the most needed thoughts akin,
The more negative styles in ones perspective often find their transmutation to positive shall begin,
When one triggers an energetic internal metamorphosis which throws ones whole being into a spin,
Eventually transforming ones life to quintessentially a seraphic one where one can bloom herein,
Providing one can maintain or continue energetically heightening their lifestyle therein…

Hence balance becomes an ultimate force to implement the needed elements to flow,
Throughout ones day in the very way one designs their daily life to manifest,
For there is only so much ones default perspective has the ability to bestow,
Before one is required to either evolve or stagnate upon their life long quest,
Though the latter will never know the array that personal evolution enchantingly may have in stow,
Thus one need remember when they dip away that realigning themselves hastily ’tis often the option that’s best.

Which brings me to my final thought on what makes a good life great;
Having those with whom one can energetically rest amongst ’tis never an element to debate,
For if one cannot switch off and just be with the people that surround you,
Chances are your life will often become one of struggles as you disconnect from yourself too,
As those we love and live with energetically enhance our lives both visibly and unseen,
Thus those whom align with our core the most will be the ones who can enlighten our lives in ways we cannot begin to even glean.

Posted in Mindful Moments

A Poetically Mindful Moment Rejuvenating Your Spirit through The Watching of a Flame.

When one feels drained ~ quanked to the core thus needing to recharge their spirit,
Discovering a way that works perfectly for your whole being,
May be as simple as taking a moment to sit with a beverage in hand,
Whilst watching a flame flicker for a stilled moment though fleeting,
Irrespective it be with others around a campfire or watching a candles flame solo,
The effects of taking a deep breath by a flame ‘tis an act of self care many a soul find replenishing…

For when one’s struggling to concentrate the simple seraphic strategy of regularly watching a flame,
’Tis an enchanting mindful practice enhancing ones mental focus and stamina to endure,
Increasing in turn ones ability to concentrate on ones task at hand with greater cognitive game,
Allowing ones ability to lucubrate to evolve quintessentially far from the lackadaisical and obscure,
Though while in the moment it may be a polar outcome from one’s intentional replenishing aim,
Energetically recharging one’s being by a campfire’s flame is never a dull or wasted overture.

Thus eventually with practise one can transform fireside moments into a mindful journeys path,
Incorporating it into one’s lifestyle as a wellness necessity for mental self care like many an empath,
As when one’s mind is clear ~ by the warmth of a flame we gain an element of clarity allowing us to be more present in the moment than walking a strath,
Free from the stresses and chaotic challenges of life’s ever continual and demanding wrath,
Whilst we bask in the deepening effects of a fires intense debris burning energetic bath,
‘Fore we return to our lives to endure once again as a glowing, replenished/restored being ready to face the aftermath.

Eventually, the continued practise of watching a flame will bring one immense peace within,
Enhancing the more spiritual aspects of ones lifestyle through it’s meditative qualities once reaching a level of mastery,
Allowing one to reflect even deeper into themselves and life beyond through a new found focus’s spin,
Though not all shall deliberately endeavour such an outcome it may still have accidental elements align adequately,
Cleansing and reconnecting one energetically to themselves and our planet each time they do opt to watch a flame therein,
However, the more one practises the stronger their abilities grow ~ ‘till they don’t even need a flame just their mind to undertake this rather thoroughly…

Hence next time you find yourself entranced by the warmth of a fires flickering flame,
Allow yourself to just be and see the outcomes you personally get to obtain,
For unless you happen to get too close a flame can only energetically replenish and clear your path,
And watching anything in a mindful manner ’tis increasingly known to support the function of ones brain,
Thus do enjoy the seraphic peiskos and reap the quintessential affects from initial sparks ’til the coals glow and flames wane…

Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Contemplating A Page of Potential 

A page, as fresh and unmarked as the skin of a new born babe,
’Tis a symbol of pure potential that can be filled with imagination boundless,
For it is a clean slate awaiting to be filled with one’s creation,
Which never can be wasted even when it’s deemed a mess.

Even a page one may consider to be trash bound,
Has had epochal affects on your journey through this life,
It’s existence at one moment was your best attempt,
Before you tossed it like a steak stabbing knife.

‘Fore the moment you tossed it you learned, you grew,
You adjusted your way of viewing what you had created,
Thus evolved your thoughts on whatever you were doing,
And on the cycle of that page you have at least now contemplated.

On the flip side a page can hold secrets, never a soul to be told,
They can become great record holders ~ of any linguistic,
The stage for an artwork famed or privately pulchritudinous,
Part of a great story or idea mapped out so fantastic!

A page need not even be marked to fulfil its roll so often inconspicuous,
Many make sculptures and origami creations mind blowingly amazing,
From a humble piece of paper blank, though often from a tree majestic,
This quintessential being of potential can send one’s mind a blazing!

Yet still we see a page as a disposable resource,
Something to just use once and throw into a bin,
Rarely consciously thinking of the being it once was a part of,
Or the overwhelming state we have thrown this planet despicably in.

So perhaps we should all take a solitude sobering moment,
To be grateful of the sacrificial product of trees,
How we can honour their being through use of this paper page,
Rather than mindlessly doing with it whatever we happen to please.

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…