If one were to venture into the Australian Bushland chances are you’d find,
A delightfully greenish wild bush banana growing it’s ever entwining vine…
Now whilst it’s not that unknown for its place as a bush tucker delight,
Have you ever taken the time to truly let yourself be enchanted by it’s design?
Fully supported by those around it climbing inch by inch skywards and out,
Rather spindly and near unnoticeable when not directly in ones focuses line…
As all life like the vine ’tis never a straight path ~ but twists and twines through shadow and light,
Unfurling wherever it needs like the vine creeping over and through any obstacles it may face,
Often unable to pursue goals when attempting to go alone upon their quests plight,
Climbing easier through challenges when supported by another’s stronger grace,
Delicate but gaining strength from those whom enjoy this gentle beings energetic might,
Encouraging it’s progressive evolution as it seraphically sprouts at it’s own unique pace.
For much like the vine inching skywards we cannot see the next obstacle we must climb,
We may sense it when close ~ as it nears within the rhythm of our resonances chime,
But as we venture through our lives like a vine we’re never going for long in a straight line,
As the choices we make from challenges and desires mould the path of our soul sublime,
Irrespective of our destined purpose we grow and evolve with each breath our lungs entwine,
Overcoming debris and striving towards our light ‘till blinded at the end of our physical time…
Hence we learn our route like vines ~ energetic tendrils constantly tasting our options ahead,
Scouting our ideal path through so we may learn and grow as we need whilst we unfurl,
Reaching for support from others at times when we otherwise shall flail with dread,
Ideally learning to flow with a fragment of alignment with the ocean of beings around us as we energetically spiral and twirl,
Grounded by our physical selves regardless of how lightly we aim for our impact to tread,
Forever evolving from each moment we experience not that polar akin to a pearl.
Thus like a vine one should endeavour not to rush ~ but reach/listen vibrationally/grow around that we cannot budge,
Allowing life to seraphically guide rather than force our way through disconnected from our inner core,
Always developing our minds to enhance the expansion of our perception even when our conscious opinions vastly differ,
Flourishing only when divine timing blesses us with conditions perfect for what our unseen path holds in store,
Which for some can create internal challenges rather undesirable as quests towards dreams constantly stray,
Blinding them to the beautiful life they already have ~ the abundance/prosperity/love/achievements they’ve already manifested galore.
Tag: Poetry
A Poetic Moment When Deep in the Bliss of Ones Favourite Tasks
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.
A Poetic Moment Pondering How the Role of Ones Destiny can Guide Personal Growth and Evolution
Destiny ~ Most of us have a thought or two on how our lives are to go,
It often guides us along our paths irrespective of what challenges are in stow,
Akin to staying true to ones core concept within an aligned conscious perspective,
Allowing one to block out distractions knowing keeping ones focus upon this 'tis ideal once reflective,
As if 'tis a reoccurring element often feeling fated one cannot not acknowledge a thought,
Of it possibly perhaps being universally sent specifically for you not to retort...
Though there is also facets that rarely as one may imagine them to transpire,
Even when one follows and applies everything ones told they require,
Making one question if this element truly is apart of what one is supposed to be doing,
As limited successes often trigger these doubts to reveal they've been stewing,
Yet knowing they're just ludicrous elements challenging you to drop it and flee,
Challenging you to evolve or return to your comfort zone swiftly.
Thus when ones aligned and toiling ones path through this life,
Even when 'tis a struggle and ludiosis takes its perspective in flight,
Allowing what you believe is your destiny to guide through these moments can hold one from strife,
Traverse one away from unnecessarily staying awake to troubleshoot for no actual reason many a night,
Quintessentially letting one focus upon what they're trying to create whilst the flow 'tis rife,
Rather than quiddling away when the deadlines loom and one's mindset is far from alright.
And whilst some may be perceived to opt for a more lackadaisical approach towards they're life's path,
One need remember they shall still face they're own challenges leading to a very different aftermath,
For we all have our own abilities and journeys through our own evolutionary course,
Empowered by varying even polar elements revolving through they're own style of force,
Hence why one need always remember when communicating with others in any way,
That in said moment their own challenges may be holding them not in the most graceful foray.
A Poetic Moment Contemplating Finding Balance in the Inevitability of Chaos thru Evolution
Transitioning to a new lifestyle can be loaded with challenges,
Mayhem/chaos are often elements one cannot in times as this dodge,
So how can we possibly implement a more seraphic poetic lifestyle of our own design,
Knowing chaos shall inevitably ensue if we even start to change things up and then refine?
Well, whilst any form of change will create a reaction ~ even when ’tis peace one intends,
A deep breath and mastering yourself in as many moments you possibly can supports,
More bliss infused elements when ones adjustments spark chaos to ensue,
Even when the moment it does illusions to be unexpectedly out of the blue.
Thus why one need remember throughout the flow of the process of manifesting change,
That the universal facets of polarity and balance shall always have ways they engage,
Irrespective of whatever you’re evolving your current stance from in this process,
Creating an element that one need realign stage by stage as one adjusts through their impress.
This is why ones ultimate reasoning for this changing need be a solid foundation,
As even when ’tis merely the tiniest spark still awaiting ones conscious contemplation,
It will have already triggered universal preparations to prepare for its creation to begin,
Before you’ve any inkling of an idea on how into this world you’ll even design it to fit in!
Hence why the need for support such as the growing array here at the poetic life 2.0
Is so essential to ones process of design and creation/implementation in turn,
It can guide you through the chaotic elements a little more gracefully from afar,
A little like having a calming/knowledgeable/grounded glowing guidance star.
A Poetic Moment Pondering How Unexpected Paths can Evolve from Failing
Daily writing prompt
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
When one throws all they believe they can into accomplishing a goal,
Not being able to manifest it completely can take an immense mental toll,
However sometimes not finishing what we set out to do is what’s needed,
Though when to admit our defeat ’tis an unshakeable feeling to never not be heeded.
Thus as we reach said quatervois ineluctable even if we’ve lucubrated ‘till quanked,
Learned all we can upon this path and applied all the knowledge we’ve mentally banked,
We still may struggle to release what we’ve been unable to complete as we intended,
Despite knowing deep within ’tis not an element for our path to be comprehended.
Yet within this moment ever confusing one can never know what lies so soon ahead,
Awaiting to bring such joy through it’s overhauling of ones life beyond the illusion of dread,
For there will always be a moment in ones future often in the most unexpected of ways,
When what one is to leave will support new endeavours in their successful parlays.
Even if ones path ’tis fast becoming quaquaversal to ones evolving perspective,
With minimal moments for one to gain an interstice to become reflective,
One needs to trust that perceptions of ludiosis are leading to times flippercanorious,
And that the process will seraphically unfurl as the universe plans rather than the desired instantaneous.
A Poetic Moment Contemplating the Struggle of Finding Motivation when One’s Overcoming Disconnect
There are times in our lives when we’d rather just sleep,
Instead of endeavouring to find the motivation to do as we seek,
’Tis when we need ponder are we having a moment or do we truly need rest,
Or perhaps it’s our minds requiring a spark towards a personal conquest…
Irrespective the reason our motivations struggles and wanes,
From our usual lackadaisical flair to flow through our days with low pains,
This stagnation could simply be ones rests created a mild disconnect,
And it shall just take a shoving moment to jolt it swiftly to reselect.
Though there always may be a deeper reason to one’s quiddling,
Perhaps ones thoughts find one’s ludiosis something for quibbling,
Needing one to lucubrate if ones manifestation goals are more than a velleity,
Before igniting ones efforts to truly bring them into ones reality…
For despite ones latitudinarian perspective and fealty to ones task at hand,
When ones motivational abilities waver to near nonexistent and bland,
One may discover they prevaricate a touch the real reason to themselves,
Near subconsciously undermining oneself out of hidden fears ‘for decathecting then returning the idea to its shelves.
A Poetic Moment Pondering the Navigational Challenges of Habit Revival
Returning to a beloved habit after taking a break,
Can near be as challenging as initially creating a habit,
Yet for those of us whom truly desire to not just thrive,
But to do so of our own design ~ ’tis a necessary element to strive.
For when one’s returning to a habit it can be an ineluctable moment,
Though traversing it may be a touch easier than the initial component,
As when one already has the path to success paved to perambulate,
They can go at their own pace with less of a challenging fate.
Though one’s never to think challenges for this wont exist,
As they’re guaranteed to come to illusion something amiss,
Irrespective one’s ability to perceive keeping them far away,
One would have a rather boring time if they were always at bay…
Thus whilst one may at times adjourn to old habits with ease,
With a lackadaisical flair to weave through as they please,
Remember challenging aspects are quintessential to ones evolution,
To get through life continuing to stay relevant in our universal attribution.
A Poetic Moment Pondering the Balance of Daily Blogging
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.
A Poetic Moment Pondering how one can still Embrace Flow whilst Navigating Creative Challenges
When one finds themselves at a point of ineluctable quatervois,
Not knowing what their next step shall be or if for this task they should even have one,
As the creation one’s busily been crafting now seems rather quab to your thoughts,
Thus as you ponder your options for this one you tend feel like your loosing the element of fun…
What one may not realise in this quintessential moment of creation,
Is that thanks to our cyclic nature as humans when we’re well aligned,
We all tend to have regular moments when our projects seem more forced than flowing seraphically,
For ’tis just another challenge upon our path through to creating ideas sublime!
Yet that doesn’t make ones decathect thoughts invalid or any less challenging,
Alternatively it may create extra moments polar to that which we desire,
So how can we navigate through these extra challenging moments tenebrous,
In a way that doesn’t trigger us to be filipendulous or feeling ludiosis in what we require?
Thus whilst one could plough through with a numbing ‘just get it done’ attitude,
Or throw it all in the not so metaphorical bin tragically with added dramatic flair,
One could also use this moment as another point of personal evolution,
Finding support through the likes of thepoeticlife2.biz ~ then adjusting and planning going forth with care.
A Poetic Moment Pondering Our Enhancing of Tolerance Thru Transforming the Chaos of Change
Ever notice how when something tweaks the flow of our day we all can get a little crazy,
How ’tis not always just those of us on the autistic spectrum that react with overwhelm...
As we all seem to have an element of needing to be in control of our day to some extent,
All desiring to know what is supposed to happen in the next moments intent,
For being the captain of ourselves throughout each moment with us needing to be manning our helm.
Thus whilst the limit of what one can handle before reaching breaking point,
’Tis unique to each being ~ for we’ve all perspectives and tolerances that differ,
And the chaos that challenges can create ’tis not an element one should dismiss lightly,
Rather one that should be noted and subsequently used to support ones evolution slightly,
Irrelevant if it be an uncomfortable topic that tends to make one squeamishly quiver.
Now though there can only ever be so much that we’ve the illusion to be in control of,
One can near always control ones reaction ~ at least to the point of ones limitations,
Yet when one reaches this limit one gains an awareness to evolve ones self mastery heuristically,
Though the interstice one has available may create challenging complications,
Ineluctable for this quatervois one has the opportunity to grow through holistically…
Thus why one needs a proactive perspective when facing changes chaotic,
As seraphic as a lackadaisical flow through these challenges may seem in the moment,
It may actually restrict ~ in turn creating further frustrations to fuel the tension,
Rather than nourishing one’s motivation to expand ones tolerance levels component,
Evolving ones mindset toward this style of learning though may take an ounce of patience for its comprehension.