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.
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…
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…
Imagine in this moment; you’re standing in the outback, With it’s iconic red sandy dirt beneath your feet, ‘Tis a warm dry afternoon in the springtime, And thus the scent of flowers is upon a light breeze, tangy ‘n’ sweet…
As you listen to the breeze dance amongst the gum leaves, Its ocean like melody lulls you into its sway, Into a more seraphic style of perspective, Allowing the breeze to for now blow all your troubles away….
Thus you’ve new space to taste the tangy scents upon the breeze, Which vary depending on the surrounding flora, Filling ones lungs slowly with abundant replenishment, Creating space to adjust for what lies soon in store!
As the wind dies down and the leaves calm, One listens to the birdsong tune that surrounds, ‘Tis so seraphic a picturesque scene one experiences here, With blue grey trees sheltering wildlife, Tall dried grasses, colourful birds, And the red dirt that abounds…
And then from seemingly nowhere the sand moves over ‘n’ around your feet, Moving whisplike a bit for a moment enchanting your attention, ‘Fore it starts swirling around at your ankles, Triggering an experience that takes a bit of comprehension…
Slowly this spiral increases in it’s velocity, ‘Tis not uncomfortable but the sandy element gritty, Growing its speed and height to one’s knees, Picking up, blowing away, and adjusting all that it please…
Soon one discovers they’re hip deep in a whirlpool, Consisting mostly of dust that sparkles in sunlight and wind just a touch cool, As your legs take on a new sensation before now unknown, ‘Fore further into this whirlwind one ‘tis ‘bout to be thrown.
Wind now begins to whip veraciously around your abdomen, Inching in height with each slow breath you take, The sensations across ones back remind one of that, Which an experienced masseuse may create…
Reaching chest height it soon creates an interesting illusion, Of treading water on a secluded private beach, Sensations of being sucked down within the whirlwind, Are not so overly far from ones imaginations reach…
Though reality ’tis completely the opposite, One is standing securely upon ones feet, The earth below supporting ones every move, In a way no being has the ability to ever beat.
Yet the whirlwind continues above ones shoulder height, Around one’s throat ~ creating an interesting insight, Sensations at every point neglected are now trying to fight, To gain your attention for going unnoticed to fester be their plight…
One’s line of sight fast becomes a blur of orange/red sparkle, Enlightening one to contemplate this moment’s debacle, Weightlessness brings it’s own variation of calming element particle, Whilst the whirlwind invigorates your every hairs follicle…
The whirlwind now swirls around one’s entire being, To thick to see through to anything on the other side, Bringing thoughts of unknown consequences to one’s mind, ‘Fore one truly has no idea the outcome to result from this ride…
Until the wind drops as through it never began, All around one’s position seems as it was before, Was the whirlwind just an illusion of some creators divine plan? Or something greater one need further explore?
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.
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.
When one finds themselves with unchecked momentum, Through their mundane day vie day, Spiralling one’s physical energetic vibrancy, Away to fuel one’s work, chores, and efforts to play….
One may find soon enough one’s being starts to crave, Things like earlier bedtime, higher carb food, And an increasing abundance of stronger coffee, Combined with an element of a grouchier mood…
And yet to think it can all be bypassed, If one were to prioritise a moment to replenish thy being, Find an element in thy day to recharge oneself, In whatever way it is in which one seems to be needing.
For when we find our ultimate balance, That allows us to seraphically flow through our day, Our lives seem blissfully aligned to our purpose, And we gain a perspective that the universe is guiding our way…
Yet how can we possibly find this element of balance, For when we're exhausted it sounds a far fetched dream, However the answer often lies within our minds, At our core, where we know that our perception is far from that it may in this moment seem…
When we feel we’ve fallen from our path, Or the way from now seems rather darkened, We may perceive an illusion of no way to continue, Beyond the point we’ve so boldly embarked upon…
Yet here ’tis where one can find an element of solace, For no path is completely straight and smooth, Life without challenging elements would be beyond dull, If all were constantly bliss and perfection we’d have nothing to improve…
Thus if one finds themselves a moment imbrued with contemplation, ’Tis most likely one shall find a new element to behold, A fresh perspective towards one’s plans that seem so uncomprehending, Perfectly evolving you to grace your end goals how they’re supposed to unfold.
This is why one need endure thy plan, Both one’s long term plans and short, With added elements of flexibility ~ especially of mind, Guiding evolution despite thoughts that may retort.
When a seed sprouts through earths crust, ’Tis abound with pure potential abundant, As it reaches skyward for the warm light of the sun, Unaware its probability to reach its highest potential is actually scant.
Despite the odds being vastly far from their favour, They grow each day towards their ultimate goal, Despite the pressure bearing down to overwhelm them, They find ways to evolve through the limitations of this life’s role.
Eventually they may wilt, their perspective bringing a darker moment to light, Numb in the darkness they exist in a kind of weird trance, Unable to feel, unable to function, unable to see any light through the fog… Until an element of kindness invites them to thrive through their transcendence…
Said element brings to them reprieve, a glimmer of shining light through the foggy surrounds, Triggering a path outwards towards the suns warming light, Thus giving them a new sparkle, though needing a touch of strategic planning, To grow further on through thoughts for their seraphic life that they can now fight…
Day by day they can now creep higher, closer than ever before to that they strive, Shining a way for those not yet thus far upon their own unique path of life, As they evolve beyond the layers from their darker days they’ve shed to grow this far, ‘Till they bloom beautifully beyond anything they could have expected to enthrive, Seraphically… through all transcendence.
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?
The Poetic Life 2.0 