Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Pondering the Facets of the Universe


Envision a moment ~ a leaf… seemingly dangling with the same purpose as every other…
Yet no two are ever exactly identical ~ no two in exactly the same spot,
Each has a differing view ~ thus despite similarities all have vastly different lives…

Now picture yourself as this leaf you’ve chosen upon in your mind,
’Tis it one warming in the full sun or perhaps the shade’s what you’ve timed…
Be it on a lower/mid/higher branch ~ the type of plant really doesn’t much matter,
For now look out from your spot through all the other leaves you can see…
Notice how different though similar all the leaves around you happen to be.

For to those looking from afar they may all seem to appear exactly the same,
Yet with a closer view one may notice an abundance of variants less tame…
As whilst some bring a cooling element others provide a place for eggs to call home,
They can protect a bud yet to bloom too soon or carry insects on the wind to roam…

Thus much like us each leaf though so similar ’tis quintessentially unique,
Each creating its own seraphic element to a facet for our universe to be complete,
Cycling through and constantly adjusting/evolving ‘till the moment ’tis bittersweet,
Then taking another element onwards for nothing can last too long within its respective feat.
Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment upon the rocks


Imagine for a moment waves crashing upon a rocky beach,
The salty air filling your lungs whilst pebbles massage your feet…
Seagulls squark and kookaburras laugh from the trees nearby,
’Tis a seraphic scene to envision ~ meditative and sweet…

You find yourself a spot to sit and watch the waves a while,
The cool of the smooth rocks can be felt through your clothes,
Waves cannot reach this spot ~ only mist from their crashing,
Which stings ever slightly where on any sunburn it does.

Thus you sit awhile watching the waves in their ever monotonous sway,
The sparkle of oceanic spray sparkles as the sun joins in a near blinding foray,
Easing your mind of the stresses that engulf upon your mind this day,
Creating a moment of meditative reprieve for you to escape with no delay…

And yet despite this quintessentially seraphic scene grasping your mind in its hold,
You cannot help but notice your thoughts wandering from it’s lull,
To all the things you’ve still to do within this ever shortening day,
Thus you need make the conscious decision whether you’re to now go or stay…

Though remembering you can return to this moment with ease,
By simply closing your eyes and letting your mind adjourn,
To your place upon the rocks where the ocean meets the land,
Or perhaps next time you’ll instead find your feet upon the sand…

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Thought Stew

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!

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

In The Gloom of Wintertime

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!
Posted in Poetry

Baskin’ in the Inner Light.


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.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Shall it Quasi Entail?

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 Bush poetry, Poetry

Bush Ridin’

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!
Posted in Craft, Info Poem, Poetry

A Little Touch of Sparkle.

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:

https://thepoeticlife2.net/2023/12/27/a-bit-about-orgonite/
For to continue further upon this path ‘Tis where thou shall now need to be sent! 🙂

Posted in Poetry

Let It Be…

A goal, a need, an immense desire,

Requiring action or support to be sought,

May not always go to plan,

If the universe has something else in thought.

Every book and every path,

Leading each a different way to reach the required destination,

Yet all fail time and time again deconstructing patience,

Leaving us frustrated and a tad bit uncomplacent.

Irrespective an intention seed of genuine need,

Even if one sources a magickal witches spell cast eloquently,

Whose every step is executed to utmost perfection,

And yet, it somehow still manages to manifest inadequately!

Thus perhaps a thought should be shed,

Could this goal not be resonant with one’s core?

Irrelevant to one’s holistic purpose in this universe?

Is there something else needing to be done before or instead?

Need it be something from a varied perspective?

Or expansion of my current stance?

‘Tis this unmanifested wish a push to align one towards a place,

Closer to one’s core in this fluid universal dance?

Everything’s been done to the minute detail of perfection,

Tried all known to utmost subjectification,

Perhaps ‘tis just not supposed to align with thee,

Although it’s seemed to be so necessary…

Thus perhaps it’s just time to let it be,

And find what really is meant to manifest one’s way,

Trusting in the universal plan,

Guiding one to what we’re to learn and foray.

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