Tag: universe

Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Core Concept

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
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.

Posted in Poetry

Baskin’ in the Inner Light.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 

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.
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Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Shall it Quasi Entail?

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
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.
Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Idea be Thine

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
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,
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Where one can become more informed and guided further upon the journey that ideas to fruition is…

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

When the Kingfisher’s come to call.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the butterfly’s flutter amongst the flowers,
Upon a cool late summer morn,
A Kingfisher or three come to visit our garden,
Bringing many to their window to fawn.

For these quiet pocket sized hunters,
Are quite a sight to behold,
For though they could hide in a coffee cup,
They perch in clear sight bright and bold.

With sapphire plumage highlighted with yellow,
A white collar and breast to match,
A clear shot of one with a good camera,
‘Tis something of a rather rare catch.

For they tend to be always diligent,
Ready to be come and gone in a moment,
Not wary but mindful of the cat,
For they don’t find him a worthy opponent.

Though ‘tis their spear like beak and speed,
That they deem to be their prized assets great,
Despite their unmissable characteristics,
They rarely slip to fate. 

For when the Kingfisher’s come to call,
‘Tis a delight to one and all,
Unless you happen to be their prey,
They tend to leave one in a happier day.

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Living the Poetic Life.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to live a poetic kind of life?
Wondered how you would feel if you ‘had it all’?
A beautiful home where you’re present for your kids,
Income that doesn’t crash if you happen to fall…

To be able to wake up each morning,
With only the universe and your kids to sway your plans for the day,
To be in charge of what and when you plan to achieve,
All it is you dream to manifest prosperously your way.

Well, let me tell you something seemingly crazy,
Not only is it possible, but very doable ‘less one gets lazy,
I know this to be true for I’ve been applying it myself,
And the growth from learning the skill set is life changing within itself!

For being able to balance getting everything done,
Be it work, home duties, parenting or fun,
Without burn out, struggles, or stress but instead being present to thrive,
Guiding my children through their schedules, whilst achieving my own endeavours and feeling truly alive.

It’s already taken me from feeling like a worn out robot,
With dreams and aspirations sitting gathering dust and rot,
To being able to rest, heal and learn what I need,
To thrive alongside my children feeling anew and freed!

To actually work on that which I love to do,
Instead of it stuck on a shelf seemingly with super glue,
And watch it grow and bloom like flowers in fertile soil,
 From the mere moments needed for me to blissfully toil. 

Can still make my mind boggle through aspects of the computation,
Of being able to design and manifest to the limits of imagination,
Whatever it is one’s desire wishes into creation,
Can actually near always be done once one’s the education.

Though not always is education needed in the traditional way,
For there’s also new variations that are here to stay,
That one can study and apply whilst guiding their children’s day,
Within moulded moments as they study and play.

And the learning pathway ‘tis not one to fret,
For I’ve ways to guide you through here at thepoeticlife2.net ! 
Be it elements of evolving one’s perspectives mindset,
Healing from that which holds you back or learning how to monetise your ideas for your most prosperous moments yet!

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Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Endurance be Mine.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
‘Waking up’, starting a new endeavour,
Excited for the vast array of possibility it can bring,
Unaware of the challenges to overcome ahead,
Or what skillsets you’ll learn along the path,
Before successes sunset begins to sing!

Thus as One charges forth fuelled with wonder and adrenaline,
From the mere thought of what this creation can manifest,
Never giving in to thoughts of sleep,
As it takes up time one would rather use to work away,
And once everything is set up one plans to rest…

So on continues one with learning, 
Inspired by the notion of vast success,
Applying new knowledge to the task at hand,
Believing what you’re creating shall pass the test of time,
Yet not aware that others see you out to impress.

Soon your creation starts evolving!
Transforming into the masterpiece you thought it would,
Though something seems off, clogged, not revolving,
Even with all your work to get it to the point of near perfection,
It’s clearly missing something to turn it to great as it should.

Thus you delve head first into troubleshooting,
Trying to figure out whatever could be wrong,
Doing your best to just keep trying though nothing is computing,
You walk away, defeated, deflated, confused,
Unaware this whole time the universe has been merely tuning in your song.

Then just as you’re ready to give up completely,
A flicker of hope reignites your dampened spark,
Endurance now renewed to make the climb so steeply,
That it ripples out to all it can reach,
Lifting others to find their own way through the dark!
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers

May Their Phoenix Rise!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
A delicate bird with clipped wings in a cage,
Whose beauty and elegance seems abounding,
Can only dream and sing their long days away,
Whilst pondering how the free birds spend their day.

Pondering what dew covered berries taste like off a bush,
As the sun kisses treetops good morning at dawn,
How an evening breeze would feel to glide home upon,
And what it would be like to harmonise with another’s song.

Yet within it’s well tended cage of metal and straw,
Comfort and safety reason away thoughts so free,
That our feathery friend seems content and happy,
Singing its song all day in and out as it believes ‘tis supposed to be.

Then one day evidently our little friend finds a door ajar,
Venturing out as cautiously as a timid kitten shy,
Leaving both cage and comfort further behind in each moment,
Until fearing their unknown is no longer a component. 

Eventually this feathered beauty starts to heal,
From their traumatic past endured for so long,
Though the healing may at times seem traumatising within itself,
‘Tis ultimately better to withstand it than bury it upon a shelf.

Thus soon may come a time so empowering,
That they start to embrace their new chapter of life,
Allowing their inner phoenix to rise from their past strife,
Entering each new seraphic day increasing their new enchantment rife!
Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Mind Play Disillusioned

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
A flick of light, a spark of warmth,
A glowing brighter in each moment,
A tender kiss, a touch so soft,
A gentle mist of sonnet.

A whisper barely to be recognised upon the wind,
Wind so soft ‘tis never felt upon the skin,
A lovers hold, tender, and yet still so sweet,
Low behold this adventure’s spun to be akin!

For what if the light were only internal,
The spark of warmth merely a thought,
A thought just kissing the brain softly into motion,
So it may in turn sing silently uncaught.

Thus sending silent messages right throughout one’s body,
That one can never feel physically happening,
Yet one still obeys with unknown obsequiousness,
To this elusive dance internally bewildering. 

Thus why is it one just accepts what it is we see,
Blindly ignoring alternative possibilities with glee,
When in actuality all we’ve seen may be illusion,
Leading our perspective away from chaos and confusion.

Perhaps the more we venture our minds towards expansion,
The more enjoyment we manifest with greater enhancion,
Which in turn would bring into our lives heavier fulfilment,
Rather than the mundane sludge of the robotic grind like regiment.

Mind Play can be found over here if you’re yet to read it or wish to re-read it with this addition to your perspective! 😊

Posted in Info Poem, Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Metallic Marvels 

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Gold, silver, platinum, bronze; just to name a few,
Are metals a lot of us seem to hold of varying precious status,
Yet most of us go our whole lives unaware,
Of what these metallic variants can do for us…

For just like crystals and their gemstone counterparts,
We know they’ve their own respective properties and perspectives, 
Scientists have shown and experimented alike with,
Their toxicities, physical uses and complexities.

Systems define them to be of varying values to us,
And yet what if these metallic marvels of mother nature’s creation,
Serve a divinely different purpose to how we humans have substagated,
What if these sparkling resources exist for a very different intention?

Could it be they play a vital role in the survival of our planet?
After all we’ve micro variants of gold and copper in our blood,
If we over mine these marvellous, shiny metals,
Could worldwide balance be thrown off with a thud?

Or perhaps us humans mining and spreading metals across the Earth,
May perchance be creating a global harmonising effect,
Creating a shield of sorts if you will imagine for a moment,
Against our own advances in what we believe soon to be inept.

Perhaps we need to take a moment and just ponder,
These metallic marvels in all their strong, sparkling wonder,
Then adjusting our usage if need be in the future ahead,
Before to our eventual returning demise we are lead.