Time to Reset One’s Brain (and the world we live in)

Resetting your brain means breaking the cycle of constant stimulation, decision fatigue, and cognitive overload. In nature, we get the opportunity to go unfettered from the world’s illusory urgencies that so easily hijack the everyday mind and syphon our attention away from its best creative contribution to that very world and its needs. When one surrenders to “soft fascination”—like watching leaves ripple or clouds drift— one’s voluntary, effortful attention rests, allowing our involuntary attention to take over. This shift does not drain our energy; it restores our cognitive reserves, lowers cortisol, and gives our brain’s Default Mode Network (DMN) the space to link unrelated concepts, which is the exact mechanism behind creative breakthroughs.

Henry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817–May 6, 1862) reverenced trees as living incantations, wordless prayers, benedictions for the art of being. In their company, he found a counterpoint to the falsehoods of society. They were creative and spiritual companions, sane-making and essential. His love of them comes alive in “Thoreau and the Language of Trees”. Almost 100 years later Rachel Carson released her groundbreaking book “Silent Spring”, which was the catalyst  that ignited the conservation movement and awakened the modern environmental consciousness.

“It seems reasonable to believe — and I do believe — that the more clearly, we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction”

When we have learnt to listen to tree’s, then we will have come full circle and will be home; that will be our happiness, our ultimate destination, to paraphrase and add my understanding of Herman Hesse’s words.

“The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendour of life, yields a new thought with every petal,”. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live.” – Richard Jefferies

The desire and need to return to ourselves by surrendering to the natural world, by granting reality and life to others to expand our own. This is the point where attention restoration meets deep empathy. By stepping away from artificial demands and surrendering to the natural world, we quiet our defensive, ego-driven thoughts. This mental space allows us to recognize that our individual reality is just one part of a vast network, helping us grant full validity to the lives of those around us. When one extends this level of reality to others, our own worldview expands, transforming a simple mental break into a profound creative and philosophical awakening.

As you ponder, take time to reflect on this moment and the words of Alan Watts:

“Life and Reality are not things you can have for yourself unless you accord them to all others,”

The Unfailing Star

This is a Shakespearean styled sonnet for my gorgeous wife .. took up the challenge to write in the correct rhyming format 

I need no map to find my way to thee

for in your heart my southern star is set

though storms may churn the wild and hungry sea

I have no fear of tides I have not met

the summer’s bloom may wither in the cold

and gold may lose its lustre in the rain

 the stories of the world are quickly told

and every joy is shadowed by its pain

but you are fixed within my breathes deep core

a constant flame that time cannot erase

 I ask of life and fortune nothing more

for life may fail and empires turn to dust

but in our love, I place unfailing trust

© 2026 michael d emmerich

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My Southern Cross

you’ll always be my only guiding light

even when there is no star in sight

perfect love embracing all of me

you give me roots and wings

 

my guiding star shining bright

cut and polished me like a gem

transcending time and space

anchored to you through time

 

as we slip away into the night

now, is always wrapped around you

oh remind me to breathe

as time flies by

© 2025 michael d emmerich

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In My Heart

A poem for our wedding 20th of April 2024

I owe my heart to you, that’s the truth

you carry my heart in yours as I do yours in mine

you came into my life like a vision from the skies

bringing in beauty when times were dark

your smile chases away fears of doubt

you are my love story

you understand the solitude of my mind

and opened a wonderful place

which I never knew could be reclaimed

for whenever I am in your arms

I can just be still

and know I will always be your man

so be still, be still, my true love

dreams do come true

inside your arms, inside your heart, inside your love

be it at the ends of the earth

or just where you are

just to always feel your love

© 2024 michael d emmerich

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A poem for my love on her birthday – 27 December

in every leaf that trembles

as in every grain of sand

this fragile beauty brings balance

resonating a harmonious chord

spreading out as ripples

across the universe of our lives

may you always prosper and blossom

continuing to see beauty in every grain of sand

and flower that blooms

for this year and the next that will always follow

bringing a revived catalyst for growth

to my life, our love, and your life

© 2023 michael d emmerich

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The Illusion of Time

moments like this

are fleeting, flighty, transient

at that moment

as time flies by

a breath is stolen

 

moments like these

are eternal, forever etched, continuous

neither fleeting nor lost

let time become eternal

breathe in this eternity

 

separation is ephemeral

let not one moment define time

a moment in time remains just that

a persistent timeous illusion

our togetherness redefines time

 

© 2024 michael d emmerich

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The Solace in the Silence

Listening to the guitar playing of David Gilmour makes me appreciate the beauty of silence, the silent (pauses) between his playing. The silence in-between his chords, when he plays a chord… strums/plucks the string/s … and then waits….. that waiting for the next chord to me is at times the best part of his music. That for me is what makes Gilmour such a magnificent guitarist, to me he is the master of the sublime and the understated. To make a statement or impression one does not need to make a noise, neither does one as a guitarist need to rip, shred or wail.

The pause resonates, this then took my mind off on one of its (many) tangents. 🙂

The importance of the unsaid versus the said, the importance of what is not said, in the moments of silence. Interestingly my favourite Pink Floyd album is Wish You Were Here, and it is ironic, that the album explores themes of absence (silence). The lyrics encompass Roger Waters’ feelings of alienation from other people, notably within the band and the tension that they were experiencing.

Well back to my musings of the silence between the chords and let’s explore this dynamic in life; let’s explore how the silent conversations can benefit our relationships and way of life. The comfort of being in someone’s presence and just being … silent …. the silent conversations we have with a loved one or close friend. This silence does not alienate, but brings us closer together, we find comfort, solace in the silence. The importance of silence in conversation can carry more weight than the spoken word.

The silence echoes around the enclosed walls of our minds, encouraging us to break down the alienation and find solace in the silence, and learn the importance of being silent, quiet … amongst those we feel close too, and then taking this silence out into the rushed and frenetic world in which we live. This can help us to slow down in the fast-paced world we live in, for when speed is king, anyone or anything that gets in our way, that slows us down, becomes an enemy. Thanks to speed, we are living in the age of rage. That too is ironic, the fast pace of life alienates more than the comfort we can find in silence.

© 2024 michael d emmerich

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Just Another 5 Minutes

the morning light slowly pushes the shadows away

the remains of the night gently recede

yet we cling to the warmth that remains

entwined in our slumbers we hold firm

to another 5 minutes

hushed whispers and the rise and fall as we breath

hands holding firm to the sands of time

to slow down what will eventually be

till then we mould as one

for another 5 minutes

a new day must eventually begin

till then, we press in and on

entwined as one

delaying this moment

for just another 5 minutes … please

© 2023 michael d emmerich

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Creating Beauty

that which disturbs, irritates

out of this intrusion our natural defence

must be to create beauty

this irritation layered upon our minds

must drag out the lustre of the nacre

and repeatedly caress

layer upon layer

from every grain of sand, let beauty emerge

pearls from pain, washed by tears

this fragile beauty brings balance

becoming a catalyst to growth

allow the weeds of yesteryear

to become the flowers of indulgence

as a new wonderous life emerges

© 2023 michael d emmerich

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This Serendipitous Life

that elusive gift is no longer lost

to find what was never lost but is now found

that is indeed one of life’s mysteries

but,

to those who dare and persist

sands of time will never end

their pathway becomes self-evident

and,

passions are no longer that elusive frontier

that which is valued becomes our truth

with no limits or boundaries

may the sands never run out in this hourglass

© 2023 michael d emmerich

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