When one finds themselves noticing that they’re venturing back rather than forth, It can create an uncomfortable moment rather devastating to endure, Though one needs to remember like a snake we must shed the old in order to grow, Thus despite the discomfort ’tis a necessary component that is without a cure…
Knowing this we must continue on our paths with extra diligence, So as to not be left shrinking in the heat upon a sharp barbed fence, For once we’ve finished shedding that which holds us stagnantly back, Growth will propel us forwards to a new level of our lives with less lack…
However we may never know until we evolve through this current stage, What type of abundance is held awaiting our arrival in the next level of our lives, While we can hope ’tis a prosperous place loaded with bliss and harmony, Ensuring one’s prepared for challenges will never be a bad thing to strive.
Yet despite knowing this we’re still often at a loss when adjourning through the illusion of failure, As it often pushes us epically beyond that which we can comfortably endure, Testing us to expand our respective abilities and tolerance to challenges, So we can learn to push through the illusions to what lies ahead with less binges.
Though like most things we often are in need of an element of support to venture onward, Through the illusion to the light glowing beyond that which we currently see, Thus if you find yourself flailing and needing a guiding element online/from afar, What one can find through thepoeticlife2.net may be the supportive element for thee.
When we’ve an element we truely desire with all our being, The universe often seems to not listen to us for what seems like forever, Though ’tis an illusion if it is supposed to actually come our way, As sometimes there are lessons for us to learn so we are ready for it’s parlay…
For if we were to truely manifest all our desires in an instant, The way a lot of us often wish it were so, We’d be on a planet overrun with spoilt adult sized children, Disconnected completely from all we need to live in a state of flow…
Thus why we need to learn and evolve to manifest that it is we want, So when it graces our lives we’ve the patience and wisdom to enjoy it to it’s full, Having endured the lessons from the universe sent to prepare us to receive, That which we truely desire to manifest into our lives before our faith and efforts leave…
For ’tis one thing to reach our goals with minimal effort, Without leaving our comfort zone much if at all, And another polar to blast it from our conscious minds grasp, Thus either learning and evolving or landing hard when we fall…
So for those whom are aligned to what they desire to beyond their known capacity, Keep going ~ you will break through into reaping the rewards eventually ~ when your supposed to, As for those dabbling away comfortably at whatever they think may be the right path… Take a moment please ~ find your core concept and align to yourself ‘fore you’re facing a messy aftermath.
When one finds themselves facing a seemingly impossible challenge, How we approach the situation has a major effect on our perspective, For those that see challenges as inconvenient negative experiences unwanted, Will always have adventures polar to those whom embrace them as a moment of opportunity reflective…
As we all flow through our lives - challenges are elements guaranteed to occur at differing points, Yet ’tis the element of perspective that creates the differences in how our experiences shall play, For they’re entwined in a way energetically forever connected throughout our beings, Irrespective of what the future holds for us - our perspective ’tis always an element guiding our way.
For as our unique view of all things we may ever encounter in any given moment, Our perspectives separate each and every facet of our beings and those whom lie beyond, And though we need remember it is on its own purely just another element, ’Tis infused throughout every other element adjusting it seraphically like dewdrops a frond…
However we also have the ability to adjust our perspectives when need be for ourselves, When they’re blocking us from thriving or just holding us from what we can’t reach upon the shelves… Though we may need guidance on how to reinforce new perspective elements in a way that propels, Us into what resonates into alignment with what it is we feel most compels…
Thus whilst the moment we need to adjust our perspective may vary vastly from being to being, Taking rather a long time to acknowledge or be swift, hard, impactful and fleeting, The support we need for making our adjustments can also come from a variety of sources, Be they mentors, energetic, online like here at thepoeticlife2.net or from the abundant book based resources…
Remember however, adjusting one’s perspective can take a lot of patience and time, Otherwise the results will be rather haphazard or in least not sublime, Thus being subtle in your expectations can be what shall be required, For forcing ones perspective into a new alignment would most likely leave one nothing but tired.
If one were to venture into the outback upon a starlit night, One would find ‘tis alive with more than mosquitoes that bite, For the outback is more awake during a summers night than the day, As the earth cools a fragment and the wildlife all come out to play…
Kangaroo’s and other herbivores venture to roadsides for a mouthful of the greenest grass, Often with minimal acknowledgment of the vehicles that may pass, Whilst pigs root around annoying many a home bound dog, And nightlights attract Insects to the delight of both gecko and frog.
Rodents hop and scamper trying to find their own feast, Though they’re on the radar of cat, snake and owl at the least, Despite being cute the likes of the kultar can be a formidable little beast, When caught by an unknowing opponent who thinks their own hunger’s to be ceased.
The plants enjoy a touch of reprieve from the heat, After blistering sun rays have all day long on them beat, The cool of the moon and the bright twinkling stars, Providing their enchantment to all whom need venture out often in cars…
For though the outback ‘tis always a rather magical place, Upon a summers eve is certainly near always the case, When all whom hide from the heat of each scorching hot day, Come out into the night to do what they need ‘neath the stunning display of the milky way…
Imagine for this moment… You’re walking through a grove of trees, Whom are gently swaying in the breeze, Whilst a bird is sweetly chirping the song of its choice, All seems near too seraphic as you ponder whatever you please…
The sky though not clear isn’t concerning, Yet the trees seem to smell stronger than one expected, You walk on for this moment ’tis what you seem to be yearning, As you enjoy this time for your mind to find your soul reflected…
Thus as you’re engulfed in your thoughts and the scene of your walk, You’ve no way to notice the erratic raindrops upon the path, Or the birds falling silent as the trees seem a message to talk, That all should seek shelter or become prey to natures wrath…
As the sky begins to open up with a delightful sprinkling of rain, Each droplet so gently lands upon its mark as if designated, You stand still - letting each raindrop quench your soul of any pain, ‘Fore it starts washing away debris that blocks that which is fated…
As a feather falls unto the earth after falling from so very high, It’s journeys far from over for a new one ’tis soon nigh… Whilst it may be carried on the breeze for a little while, Down a stream and to a child's hand in such a graceful style, One cannot help but wonder what it’s lifetime held before, All the sights the bird experienced creating the energetic stories it may have in store…
For a growing number now know our world is energetic, And that some have ways to discover the too often tragic, Stories of the world around us in various ways, Through items such as feathers should they to us their stories convey, Though elements at times are lost to translations art, Filtered through the perspective of those ’tis to impart…
For ’tis far from just the energetic stories of our earth that in this way are effected… Our perspectives are our entire life views being selectively projected, Into every moment we walk in this world and elements in our time beyond, For we leave fragments everywhere like breadcrumb notes of our life’s song! Like clues in a treasure hunt for those in the future to find, All the stories that make up our lives that we’ve left trailing behind.
Thus one need only a feather to uncover the story of a bird, Whom Soared above clouds ’n’ up before any other creature stirred; The leaf of a tree through it’s perspective up rather high; Or a pebble to unveil what it’s noted going on nearby… The key to it all is to just learn to listen and feel, Then take note of what you may not realise is actually real!
Imagine a moment; Your walking along an overgrown track, Red sandy dirt beneath your feet ~ warm morning sun caressing your back… The morning air ’tis a little bit sticky yet pleasant enough to breathe deeply with ease, As is a normal summers morn in the Outback, as the birdlife flit where they please…
Thus as you notice a flock of inch high wrens in a bush, Shades of blue and brown amongst the green, You can’t help but wonder ‘would they be like a young chicken to pat?’ As they look so soft, delicate and light as they hop through the branches and preen.
Next thing you know a trio of parrots zoom just o’er head, Enchanted by their multi green and yellow blur you follow, Though never leaving your path for the bush can be dangerous ’tis said, Yet you still watch these mostly green feathered beauties disappear into a tree hollow.
So as the grasses sway in the slightest of breeze with grace, You continue upon your chosen track with haste, For the morning now warms to the border of your comforts desire, Thus for now leaving the bush to itself ’tis what it shall of you now require…
When we gain an idea we want to bring to the world, Letting it sit too long in our minds is the worst thing we can do, For too long and it shall begin to diminish much like a distant dream, Into the abyss that we all have in our minds that resembles thought stew…
Thus despite our urgency to create our idea’s into this world, We need first find a moment to fit them into our day, For we’ve all a million things to remember to do daily, And adding to our list in abundance can just send burnout our way.
Though we also need to act upon our ideas hastily, Or at least take the time to write down all their components within our mind, To reduce their likelihood of becoming an element of the thought stew, Lost to us possibly then forever to the universes time.
And yet our best ideas are always able to find a way to transpire, At times even keeping us up all night so they may come into reality, For when an idea fills our ‘passion meter’ to overflowing, We cannot not create it through to its totality!
As we venture this moment into the darkness of the earths crust, A tiny seed loaded with potential can be found - knowing of no light, For ’tis blissfully ignorant of what shall promptly be in store, When it breaks through the comfort of the ground with all its might…
Thus enjoy it’s moment in the comforting darkness, Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath, ‘Till it feels as if it could overflow or burst, Yet takes another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.
Then the tip of a shoot breaks through 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… the seed is actually 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…
Thus whilst winding roots start securing it within the soil, As deep as it can extend physically then energetically beyond, It’s delicate shoot that’s venturing skyward breaks through the top crust, Unfurling its tiny new stem and leaf like a freshly formed frond.
Basking in the morning light with a dew drop coated leaf, Warming as the sun creeps slowly higher into the sky, Another leaf soon begins emerging from deep within, As it lackadaisically grows bit by bit a little more high…
Eventually our little seed - now a full grown plant, Reaches the point in which it starts to form many a bud, Soaking in the absorbent light from both moon and sun, Whilst still drawing sustenance to it’s core from the nights cool mud.
So ’tis with roots deeply connected towards our earths comforting core, And it’s leaves reaching high into the healing warm light of the sun, Delicately each aromatic petal of every bud unfolds to bloom, For as long as need be... ‘Till it’s time ’tis done...
Then comes the moment it’s petals shall wilt and leaves shall fall, As it seraphically returns to the earth it was born, And just like the last breath that left ones lungs, It has now aligned to the wind - hence gone.
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…
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