Signs... omens... messages from those beyond? For eons humans have been said to have seen and believed, That certain things can give us insights and guidance, Into that which is to come... but could it purely just be something perceived?
Whilst seeing a solo crow, squawking on a post ever ominously, May seem an eerie moment to those whom witness it, If ’tis a single occurrence on its own is it truly a message of looming bad luck? Or could it be more something that triggers us to manifest our own ill finesse?
Picking up a coin dropped by another long ago, Or perhaps one’s found a clover with an extra leaf or more, Are they actually bringing one an extra splash of luck, Or is it one’s happier perspective causing better moments to soar?
When one is seeing the same numbers and signs in abundance, One may certainly believe there’s a message the universe is trying to impart, Though may it be possible it’s our subconscious trying to guide our focus on our life path? Or highlighting that which we ourselves just want to constantly align to in our respective art?
Now how we each view our world ’tis always a unique perspective to us alone, And whilst there’s always an abundance the world around can reveal to each whom seek, The thought that should perhaps always linger at least a moment within our conscious thoughts ’tis; Is this truly signs of the omens soon to transpire? Or something I’ve attracted to me just in this moment meek?
Once a seed with potential loaded, Erupting skyward through earths crust, Craving sunlight and damp soil for its thirst to quench, Implanting its roots deeply to thrive ‘tis thrust.
Day by day, soon year by year, each season passing swift, Strengthening in its not quite sheltered spot, Gains this one an edge most dream but rarely appear to receive, Yet here it thrives boldly onward beside its equally thriving cohort!
Thus as it cycles through the seasons soon it starts to bloom, Blossoming with a sweetened scent to all nearby, ‘Till weeks pass and the last fluff like piece falls upon the breeze, Leaving green growing fruit to mark that berry picking shall soon be nigh…
Weeks pass berries ripen, through different shades of red, Eager little mouths testing fast to see if the time is yet, For patience is something near bested with each not quite ripe berry ‘tis said, Though a long moment waiting builds its strength more than they fret.
Thus when many a berry ‘tis finally ready to pick at its flavourful peak, Buckets and ladders venture forth to the tree for the happy feat, Of plucking its rather juicy bounty from branches far from bleak, Though once committed ‘tis a task not exactly for those too meek…
Yet on they pluck berry by berry stopping to taste so few, Once buckets are full one looks to find there’s still plenty for the birds too, For when trees be loaded with more berries than leaves there’s certainly no need to que, One can pick away ‘till all’s content that one is finally through!
Then onward comes the tasks of jam making, Freezing amounts desired and slice baking, For with such an abundance comes an element of sharing the undertaking, Knowing with time shall again come such a tasty bountiful partaking!
When Wintertime adventures are in full swing, One finds themselves in variants outside their norm, Be it just weather conditions, or alternate swings, Oftentimes pushing our bodies systems more to perform…
Regardless it a hike starting in ten n under temps, Or a crowd not mixed amongst much before, Our bodies can only take so much beyond normals extremes, ‘Til our immune system finds itself stretched beyond its limits core.
Thus soon there’s a sniffle, a cough, an increasing temp, Whilst Rain drizzles like children’s noses, A sick day when everyone is fighting it off, That’s far from snuggles and cozy horizontal poses…
For when a sick day doubles a rain event, Movies and blankets may seem minds ideal, However when everyone’s coughing/sneezing disrupts the storyline’s, Soup, sleep and medicinals may become a nicer path through the ordeal…
Though devices have become alarms for medicine times, And crystals find foreheads to soothe in kind, Many a restless child upset they’re too sick to play, Brings another element frustrating to one’s bind.
Yet there’s comfort in the warmth of a well herbed, spiced soup, And a small ones smile a few days in brings hope of an imminent mend, Soon enough all will be back out on another wintertime adventure, Ever grateful for this ill moment in the gloom of wintertime to finally have come to its end!
On the path of life one ventures, Twisting, leaping, in a direction or three at once, And yet all three one day one may find, Are just one, long, intertwined path, Of illusionary elements that at their core, Are all of the exact same kind.
‘Tis the illusion that gains us this clarity, That we constantly appear to seek, Hilariously venturing through apparent smog, Evolving our brains ‘till we think we’ve found our way through, Thinking there’s some amazing destination, Only to find ourselves still sitting on the exact same log.
For though we’ve ventured, evolved, transpired, We’ve learned a lot, changed everything and grown tired, When we strip back it all, sit, and prepare our next step, Knowing of the illusion we’ve cleared that’s at our back, We can see now all the variants we’ve overcome, Have essentially returned us back to our core concept.
A concept that has been with us our whole lives, Whether we acknowledge it there or not, Those whom seek rest assured shall find theirs, Though it shan’t be what they think they’re looking for, When they look they may see only that which they can see, It shall not be revealed until the right moment rears…
Thus why one may seem lost in an illusion, Illusion surrounded thickly by fog, We can’t actually clear it while we’re ultimately inept, Even then ‘tis merely a moment of enlightenment, To guide our way forth from the moment, That we gain a rare opportunity to realise that which is… Our core concept.
Enlightenment, ‘tis a topic most have some degree of thought upon, When the dullness of mundane has become heavy, The mayhem of the world outweighs our ability adding inability to continue on, As we try to make our way through day by day that little less steady…
Yet when we close our eyes a mere moment, Take a deep breath and blow away the smog, We can bask in the internal evenings sunlight, Healing energetically from our dense auric atmospheric bog.
For as one’s meditatively baskin’ in their inner light, Mind easing from the fogginess that’s crept in since last time, Whilst one’s Senses tingle as in a place elysian in style, To escape here an hour would be seraphically sublime!
Now, it may be an ecstatic experience of bliss, To go on a meditative adventure through one’s mind, However to be bathed throughout in golden light, ‘Tis immensely more peiskos style in kind…
Thus when baskin’ in the inner light one can find deep within one’s soul, It is far more than a moment of mental peace one can desire to be the goal, But a more seraphic energetic healing moment may aspire to unfold, Warming one’s being towards a more Devinely guided alignment kind of role.
Work. Most of us seem to be caught within it’s bind, Forever mundane though its flow may be until we’re ready to loose our mind, Though what if it were something we should consider only to quasi entail? Something our lives should be enhanced by not revolve around or fail?
Perhaps be there an element we’ve never acknowledged much before, Like something that’s been buried we should dare to explore, Yet whilst we venture forth shall we record all we implore? For most ‘rabbit holes’ can have variations galore!
Thus season vie season ‘till we’re fore wallowed and quanked, Our imaginations disappointed on the quantifiable progression of goals that are yet to be banked, Shall it quasi entail all we’re yet to have manifested? Surly hope enlightens us not to seem thoroughly bested.
In times our minds boggle and we’ve increased overwhelm, Some may suggest time be spent a moment within meditations realm, Though perhaps also a moment where reflection should take over one’s helm, May keep our lives in greater holistic balance aligning akin an elm.
Only then shall it be remotely wise to one’s mind, To venture onwards with velleity to lucubrate in kind, Remembering per-tenaciousness could divert efforts back to a bind, Where the only reprieve is thoughts of one’s life’s elements each quasi entail, all seraphically in balance, aligned.
Venturing along a dusty bush track, Wind messing with your hair, Dust flies where rubber or hoof meet ground, There’s very few things to this compare.
Be it your choice of ute style, horse, or bike, The blue grey bush land blurs on by, As one becomes as one with their chosen ‘beast’, Beneath an aquamarine shade of sky.
Winding tracks vs long dirt roads, Dirt mound jumps ‘n’ obstacles to master, Canine friends running loyally along beside, May few be the unexpected hole or branch disaster.
For riding through the Aussie bush, Can bring a clearing of one’s mind, A freeing feeling that blows away debris, That can constrict us to a negative energetic bind.
And even if the red dust tracks one rides, Are ones you’ve ridden many a time before, Each time is still filled with that same sense of adventure, Of wonderment of what this time may have in store!
Boots on ‘n’ out the door, For ‘tis winter outback once more! The safest season to head into the Aussie bush, To go camping, play and explore!
Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised, Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes, For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance, Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…
Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon, One can revel in wonders to be found all around, From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air, To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.
There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree, Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze, Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower, The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;
Then comes the element of discovering that which came before, With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore, Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore, For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!
Ever have an amazing idea you long to bring to life? Yet haven’t known exactly how to make it actually so, I’ve been there many a time before myself as well, And I think you may just require what this poem has in stow…
As when we get amazing ideas popping into our thoughts, We may have elements we already know how to apply, But what of the other elements? Our knowledge and research skills can only take us so far, How do we navigate the ideas onward to the world beyond you and I?
For to the world in general ‘tis irrelevant if an idea be thine or thous, Nor if we’ve worked on it from scratch hours upon hours, If near not a soul can find it; it truly only exists for us alone, Which for some may shatter dreams through to their very bone…
Yet though we be much like a droplet in the oceans vast, A tiny leaf upon a massive, wise ancient tree with its roots steadfast, There’s always room for us and our creations in this world, We just need to learn how to cast it out into the sea successfully unfurled.
Now, though there’s always a multitude of ways for one to go about this, The way I find to be ideal for launching ideas from thoughts to creations so that the world can enjoy a squiz,
With an element of metals flake bringing colour and glitter, These near inch wide creations bring their own light touch of sparkle, Incorporated with tiny crystals and gems in a vibrantly balanced abundance, To only get one ‘tis for your own mind to debacle…
For the holographic sparkles through the silver, Tend to fizz their way through one’s aura subtly light, Supporting one’s feminine auric balance seraphically, Whilst strengthening one’s aura to filter against whatever it may of one’s plight.
Though the blue grey mix ‘twas originally white, This accidental masterpiece is nothing short of a delight, Bolstering one’s wiser thoughts to surface more often than not, And increasing one’s visions through a feminine perspective when sought.
The magical delight that is translucent violet, Has see through moments amongst it’s pink and blue, Making magical fairy inspired elements to this unique variant, With a touch of light loving communication support for you!
The amethyst tone of my purple creations, Mirror the gem’s perspective rather well, With calming, protective wisdom, for your path ahead, Doing what it can to energetically have your back and warn off smaller ill-foretell...
The blue is near aligned a hue with that of a clear outback sky, Supporting clear communication attempts to bloom, Though like most; elements of tourmaline are clearly visible, This bright creation during meditation can support the clearing of gloom.
An Emerald hue brings a nurturing element, To this sparkling colourful collection of energetic support, Though not as grounding as one might expect, This gentle healer may subconsciously suggest the odd loving thought.
Flecks of pyrite and tourmaline boldly embrue, These golden vibrant stars supportive efforts towards one’s solar, To bolster vibrancy throughout one’s day, And do their bit to motivate one onwards!
Our Orange design is ideal for Halloween lovers and creatives alike, Perfect for a touch of pocket support for those venturing through sensual or hormonal balancing, Those enduring horrific creative blocks, Or Gouls heading out on a certain hallowed eve for some fun and gentle menacing…
The passionate, romantic hue of red that matches that of blood, ‘Tis what one can expect to support one’s base chakra’s niche, Physicality ‘Tis the focus of what this one shines its efforts towards, Supporting one’s physical through each moment within reach.
Inspiring thoughts of the galaxy beyond, These dark holographic flecked delights aim to protect, Empowering thoughts beyond their current limitations, Are elements one may be more open to expect.
Now though they’re brilliant bringing into one’s life a little touch of sparkle, Infused with my own multiple Reiki modality amalgamative blend, They are purely a subtlety supportive creation one can just keep in bag or pocket, However for more in depth information including how to boost their effects and more; adjourning to:
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