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…
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!
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?
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!
The Poetic Life 2.0 