Tag: thoughts

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Element of Magic in the Aussie Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the wind blows through the gum leaves,
The ants creep leaf to leaf through lower bushes,
Grandmother sun bears down making the ground 
Too hot to walk upon and yet late afternoon there’s near not a sound…

For even the birdlife retreats in the summer,
Seeking treetops cooler or some other water source,
As the heat of an outback summers day can be unbearable,
And ’tis abundantly worse before rain finds its course!

And yet there's an element of magic in the Aussie Outback,
One wont find similar to any place else,
Though hard to define ’tis nothing short of enchanting,
Guaranteed to make you question if you’re even standing!

For when the breeze wisps the bushland into an oceanic chorus,
And the red sand beneath ones feet ’tis hot as red coals,
The wildlife looks hugable though it’s often dangerous,
As one’s mind blunders things into different roles…

Plants are delicate in design and robust and sturdy,
Whilst the colourful birdlife fill the air with song,
If one’s to close their eyes and just feel and listen,
’Tis nothing short of magic imagining where each element may belong…
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

In the Abyss…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
In the abyss of the nighttime post midnight ‘till dawn,
One may think near not a thing may go on…
Yet the bushland ’tis oft’ more alive night than day,
For in the cool of the night in summer ’tis easier to play…

The old farm dogs may bark at the roo’s by the fence,
Making those unadapted a touch on edge or tense,
Owl’s are obviously patiently awaiting their prey,
Which slithers or scampers wherever be it’s way.

Yet there always shall be times in the dark of the moon,
When thing’s do happen to seem rather out of tune,
As we perceive the nighttime to be a style of dark abyss,
Fueling our minds into imagining something amiss…

Despite our knowing it to be far from the truth,
Most stemming from fairy tale stories in our youth,
We see night too often as a dark abyss to fear,
Rather than just a time with less light to hold equally dear.

A cooler time where joey’s play and echidna’s snuffle,
Snakes slither and wild pigs create a kerfuffle…
Kultars and gecko’s explore to feast on their favorite insects,
Whilst frogs and crickets flex their tune of dialects…

’Tis actually a sweeter time in the Outback vast,
For the blistering heat of the day has finally passed,
Allowing one to enjoy the serenity found in the abyss,
Sans the chaos of the day, to replenish in the nights bliss.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment by a Campfire…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 

Imagine for a moment, 
Your at a cozy quiet camp site, 
Deep in the Aussie bushland, 
Upon a damp, densely foggy morn…

Where the crisp morning air is what fills your lungs, 
As you venture out of your cozy warm swag into the fog,
Taking a moment to revive the campfires coals,
'Fore finding a spot to sit upon a sturdy bark free log…

The fire soon enough starts warming the air in reach,
And provides the heat needed for your morning warm beverage of choice,
As you sip slowly birdsong breaks through the bush lands silence,
‘Tis nothing short of seraphic to hear their orchestral voice.

Then as the performance seems to reach near its peak,
A rouge ray of sunshine breaks through the fog,
Warming your soul from where it first touches,
As cell by cell it starts dissolving any remaining dull monologue.

Effervescent style this warmth from the sun’s first rays,
Ripples throughout your being then outward,
Slowly driving back the surrounding fog cover,
‘Till there’s no chance of it returning today ‘till night-covers bombard… 

Thus in the soul healing warmth of the early morn’s sun,
One sits sipping seraphically one’s warm beverage,
Absorbing the bliss of one’s bushland surrounds,
Knowing for this day ‘tis now an abundance of bliss that has leverage…

Posted in Poetry

In the Face of Mother Nature.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When mother nature throws us her extremes,
Most flail, hide, or at least follow the advice of guidance…
Whilst she uproots/scorches/deluges all we know around us,
In her uncontrollable, destructive ~ though beautiful dance. 

Yet amongst us lies a minority of often unseen hero’s,
Those whom champion their determined grit above the rest,
Always there to bolster those of us left vulnerable,
In the face of Mother Natures more destructive types of quest.

They’re the one’s always to be found within the forefront,
Helping others when extreme elements come into play,
The backbone of most voluntary emergency services,
A vital part of our communities often overlooked in a way…

Thus let us all take a moment to acknowledge these everyday warriors,
Whom would be by our side should we ever be of their need,
Raring to their opportunity to lend their helping hand,
Be it by placing sandbags, clearing debris or organising a feed…

For in the face of Mother Nature we’re just like every other species,
Despite our ability to create so much polar to her natural,
Yet with those around ready to help all within in her path,
That truly can make us be perceived as just that little more impactful.
Posted in Mindful Moments

A Mini Mindful Moment Sprouting…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Imagine a moment; You’re in the darkness of the earths crust,
A seed - knowing of no light,
Blissfully ignorant of what shall be in store,
When one breaks through the ground with all one’s might…

Thus enjoy this moment in the comforting darkness,
Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath,
‘Till it feels as if one could overflow or burst,
Yet take another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.

Then the tip of a shoot breaks through one’s shell into the warm dirt,
Slowly making it’s way ~ venturing forth towards the cooler air,
Whilst another is soon making its way towards earths core,
Though which direction ’tis going… a seed may actually be unaware.

Yet still it continues growing it’s way through the ground,
Root tips weaving their way deeper into the earth,
All the while being fueled by the abundant energy of the surrounding soil,
That strengthens the deeper its connection becomes to nearth…

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Creatin’ One’s Best Life!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When life pushes one’s goals aside,
One may think they’ve fallen from their ride,
Yet with the right guidance all’s far from lost,
For creatin’ one’s best life can be embossed…

From being one who’s an over stressed night owl,
Whom bounces from task to task with a scowl,
One can metamorphose into a morning delight,
With a touch of work and some resonant guiding insight.

Though the journey creatin’ ones best life’s, 
Not always artistic like prose,
It's bound to have some moments or weeks,
With thorns in ones plans like the branch of a rose…

Yet when we take a moment to examine our restricting perspectives of old,
Release them and follow the guidance we seek out bestowed,
’Tis truly possible to redesign/evolve/recreate one’s life's mould,
In a way once in place enhances one’s quest to gold…

And once the habits become natural,
Good days shall be what flows,
’Tis nothing short of magic seeing,
What from a month of challenging work grows…

For if one concretes element’s into one’s day,
They can continue with ease,
Regardless of what may try to shake things up…
Thus supporting one’s ability to stay in a state of flow,
For as long as one cares to please…

So for those on the fence seeking days more seraphic,
Balanced in a way that in the long term can stick,
That allows quintessential moments to actually connect with family/friends each day,
Just carve out the moment it takes to learn and start implanting elements for it TODAY!
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

The Universe’s Artwork

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Challenges, they’re something that all must face,
Be one human, gazelle or ancient tree deep in a forest thick,
They help us to grow and evolve into stronger versions of ourselves,
So that in this world our lives can continue to stick.

However overcoming challenges with grace ’tis an art form,
That many a beings comfort zone would prefer not need learn,
Despite being necessary to survive closer to a new level of comfort,
There are times some prefer to sit back and watch everything burn.

Yet even those burning challenges with a tantrum,
Have an element of art to their a touch more destructive work,
For in this vast universe one thing can for certain be observed most everywhere,
And that is an element of the universe’s artwork in all things always shall lurk.

For across a vast scorching desert one can find artistic elements,
In the way the sand’s been blown into dunes and waves,
Icicles may be jagged, pristine or crackled reflecting rainbows,
Much like the crystals ever deep within natural formed caves.

Thus when facing a challenge seemingly too much for ourselves,
Perhaps a controversial least alternate perspective we may need to hear,
Lies in us all being elements of our rather epic universe’s artwork,
‘Fore we decide where in our challenging moment it is we shall steer.
Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

The Element of Abundance

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When we look at all that we may have,
And take note of that in which we don’t,
We may find our minds can wallow a tad in our lacking,
To the point of distracting us from what we have,
Planting a seed of inadequacy in any thoughts yet honed… 

This seed in turn can ripple out into our lives,
Creating a mental focus in many an area of lack,
If we don’t find a way to extinguish this mentality with haste,
It can create chaos and deprivation beyond polar to our desires,
Even turning away those that have always had our back…

However if in our moment of mental inadequacy,
We look at our lives and note all we have in this moment,
A very different direction shall define our thoughts,
Guiding our way with a humbling dose of gratitude,
Thus bringing the element of abundance into a component.

For when the element of abundance defines ones mindset,
One sees everything one happens to possess,
In a light that attracts to one more prosperity, 
Healing ones energetic heart and mind more in each moment,
‘Till one glows bold and bright in devine quintessence. 

Though this doesn’t mean one should ignore,
Whatever it may be that one is lacking…
By all means take a moment to note it but then refocus,
For ’tis rarely a mindset of lack that prospers,
But those that can send thoughts of inability packing.

Thus why we need radiate our quintessence from thoughts ’n’ heart,
Confidently shining positively our ability to transpire,
With a grateful subtle pride in all it is we have,
Knowing we always have an abundance of whatever we need,
In turn effortlessly attracting more of what we truely desire.
Posted in Craft, Poetry

When the Words Flow

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When the words flow from ones brain onto paper
One can be sure to think there’ll be mess,
And yet more oft' then not ’tis pure magic,
Thus is just how I personally write I confess.

For while some prefer planning and sculpting,
Endless research and contemplating…
There’s nothing quite as Devine as just sitting,
And letting the words flow like water in a storm - not debating. 🙂 

Writing is an art, and a most enchanting one,
That lets one’s beholder cast the pictures in their mind,
Taking them further each time through their own evolution,
Whilst evolving the writer beyond their current point in kind.

Though at times writing can be a most frustrating event,
When the words shan’t flow on the cue that we’d like,
 Pens run out of ink, devices go flat, the stream of words block,
 or life just happens to decide to block our delight…

Yet letter vie letter in each written moment,
The enchanting magic of when the words flow,
Can take all they reach onward seraphically or not.
For it all depends what the writer shall have for them this time in stow…
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Wisp O’ the Wind

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When not a leaf is moving,
And the day is sticky and thick,
The heat's so dense it’s hard to breathe,
As one contemplates lazing round near in the nick…

No bird is stirring though the midst of the day,
’Tis too dry and hot even for them,
The flys though are out in force to drive most mad,
However ’tis not a horror story from which this stems…

’Tis but a normal late spring/summers day in the outback,
The sort of midday that blisters and burns,
Australia into being the Sunburnt Country,
When it's beaches and wintertime for which one yearns.

Thus when not a moment too late a glimpse of a breeze,
Bring’s a micro glimmer of reliefs hope to all,
One revels in it’s gentle kiss guiding the gum leaves to dance,
From ground to tip it illusions a slight sway to the call.

Though soon the breeze light strengthens boldly,
Lifting the top layer of dust in it’s path,
As it strengthens to blow a rage through the bush,
Leaving near no debris in it’s aftermath…

And yet as it roars through the scrub,
One can’t help but notice how much it sounds like the ocean,
Rising and crashing like waves on beach rocks,
Although it be leaves here in motion.