The Rambler – republished

Get your copy of the republished version of my book ‘The Rambler’ in hardback!

Originally published in 2020, ‘The Rambler’ is a poetry collection that signifies, describes, expresses, and attempts to explain, convey, and communicate my love of walking, as well as my love of nature, and my personal connection with the natural world.

A love of walking and of enjoying being outdoors has been a favourite passed time of mine and my family for generations, and the poems within my book ‘The Rambler’ are about why it is important to never take life, nature, people, and the planet we live upon for granted – because this world is the only one we have.

You can get your copy of the new hardcover version of ‘The Rambler’, featuring a new cover image of myself, from Amazon now!

-Mark

My Poem “Life Will Always Find A Way”

Earth - our planet, our world, our home -
was once unlike what it is now:
it was barren, it was dry, it was lifeless;
however, then celestial snowballs
fell from above with the gift of frozen water
that eventually melted and gave rise to
the first droplets of water that would
ultimately lead to the first oceans,
and over billions of years our world
slowly became the oasis of life that it is today.

Earth was once like so many of the other planets
that still orbit around their stars
all across the galaxy and the universe -
just waiting for that spark of energy
and outside inspiration that is sometimes needed
to transform something, somewhere,
into a version of itself that it could not have been
had fate not decided to lend a divine hand
and alter the way of life of an entire world
in more ways than could ever be known.

Earth has always been a testbed
and a natural laboratory for the many
and varied possibilities of life
that may develop upon a planet
if the conditions are just right,
and if a species does not choose
the road of mutual self-annihilation
instead of the road of mutual cooperation.

Earth has always been in a state of constant of change
since birth of the universe –
when its individual components
were still disparate from one another,
and before the coalescence of gas and energy
that eventually ignited and became the star
at the centre of our solar system
that we call The Sun,
and before the gravity of the brightest light in our sky
influenced its surroundings in such a way
that spheres of gas and rock grew over time -
and over the course of time that
the universe has existed and has continued to expand
beyond the biggest of bangs there has ever been,
nothing has happened that could ever have been predicted:
including life itself, because for there to be life
there must also be chance,
there must be the roll of a cosmic dice,
there must be things both seen and unseen,
and there must be chemistry and experimentation.

Earth has no master, no ruler, nothing and no one
who can claim it as their own,
because Earth is a living organism in its own right
as well as a welcome habitat for those who respect it
as well as see and understand
that it is more than a spinning ball of rock -
because Earth has a history
and still has a story to tell about itself
from a time before life began upon it.

Earth has naturally been visited
by other galactic neighbours of ours,
and perhaps humanity is the end result of
someone or something who wanted to see
what might happen to a world
if a species were given the building blocks
to slow evolve and develop themselves
and their environment in such a way that one day,
when their creator returned to see what they did
with the epic gift of life that they were given,
they might have an idea and an answer
to the question of meaning that drives
so many to believe in things
and to do things that could not have been
envisioned by those who were there
in the beginning.

Earth has harboured many secrets since its formation,
and since the inception of mankind
Earth and humanity have lived
in harmony with each other, for the most part;
however people have done harm
as well as good to our world over the centuries,
and I believe that we have only
just scratched the surface of what we need to do
and who we as a partner to our planet need to be
in order for us to continue to live and thrive
as we have been for so long now –
and even though our connection
and our integration with the technology
that we have developed has gotten closer,
and will no doubt continue to,
over time there will always be
those of us who will always believe
and will always know that
there will never be a more symbiotic relationship
between anything and anyone
than humanities unbreakable tether to Earth
and Earth’s unending privilege to be
where life began,
where life was given everything
it could ever want
or need to become anything,
and where, no matter what,
life will always finds a way.

‘I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse’ By Mark Hastings – Chapter Seven: Everything is Illuminated

‘I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse’, Chapter Seven – “Everything is Illuminated”: the story of two best friends and soulmates, whose love for one another is tested to its limits, and whose one of a kind connection ultimately takes them both on a journey to somewhere beyond the horizon. However, nothing and no one can stop them both from fulfilling their life-long promise to one another: to meet each other at The Lighthouse.

My Poem “A Meeting of Minds”

Whether I am on holiday,
in the countryside,
or dashing through
the streets of a city,
I am always on the move
physically, mentally,
emotionally, temporally -
and as I move through space,
I also experience the sensation
of moving through time...
whether I am looking out across the sea
as the sun rises on the horizon,
or while watching the ripples
of the raindrops upon a pond,
I can remember instances
of insight from the past,
as well as feel this instinct
about what awaits to reveal itself
at a point in the future.

Whether I know it, or not,
every time a burst of sunlight
touches my face,
I believe that a message
from another reality of the universe
arrives and instills within me
a fragment of knowledge,
or perhaps a question to be answered
that I had not yet thought to ask...
whether I am looking out my bedroom window at the sky,
or whether I am looking down at the ground
far above the clouds
from my seat as a passenger on a plane,
I find myself able to connect
with something beyond me -
something extraordinary
that feels different from everything
and everyone else around me -
which makes me smile,
remain hopeful,
and never afraid.

Whenever I am using my imagination,
or whenever I am walking around
and I find myself somewhere
I did expect to be,
I am always aware that what
I am drawn to I arrive at
for a reason that I may not
immediately be able to explain -
but one that can definitely be explored...
whenever, wherever,
whatever I have learned about
something, someone, somewhere,
I always retain the most important,
the most inspiring,
the most poetically
meaningful impression of,
and whenever and wherever
I find myself with the luxury
of having the means and the moments
to interpret with words
what came to me originally
like a flash of light
made up of layers of colour,
I always take the time gifted to me
to share the details of what see,
what I know, and what has always
symbolised the one thing
that I have been certain of
since I first watched the sun become eclipsed and then shine once again.

Everything in life has a beginning,
everything in life has an end,
everything is what it is
so that everything and everyone
can remain synchronsly
and symbiotically linked -
more than anything or anyone
could possibly imagine,
or could ever see with their own eyes,
nor without a vision of something
that defies all that we think
we know about life;
however, there are moments when
stars and planets align,
and when those who are attuned
to a higher frequency of perception
are allowed to have a meeting of minds
with whatever, or whomever,
made everything that we know
and so much more than
could ever be dreamed.

My Poem “Bedtime Stories”

It is always great to be able
to interact with a child...
it is always fascinating listening and communicating with a child...
it is always wonderful watching
a child explore, discover,
and play without being told
that they are doing
something right or they are
doing something wrong in any way...
it is always touching and telling
when you see a child look into
the eyes of those closest to them
and you can feel -
even from a distance -
the love emanating
from them by observing
the smile upon their face.

Children love stories...
Children will watch the same thing
over and over again...
Children are sensitive to more
than even their parents might realize...
Children have the most amazing
superpower of them all:
their unfiltered and seemingly infinite
one of a kind imagination.

The mind of a child is a fertile garden
where all forms of thoughts and ideas
interact with one another
without the barrier, or the fear,
that what they believe is true
does not make sense -
because to them everything
is as it appears to be...
the more that a child is told
and shown how much they are loved
the more that they will keep
within them the same
unmistakable spark of innocence
and tenderness to others
that is always beautiful to see.

Introducing a child to new things
can sometimes be harder to do
than it might appear -
because children,
especially as they get older,
start to develop their own
individual personalities, perspectives,
as well as likes and dislikes...
what I think is one of
the most wonderful things to see
has to be watching parents
and family members
reading to their children,
fueling the imagination of their children,
while spending the best time
there is with their children -
whether while sitting in a garden
with them on a sunny day;
or while they are lying in bed,
teetering on the edge
of drifting off to sleep,
and listening intently
to the voice of their
favourite storyteller,
as they are told the tale
of one of their favourite
bedtime stories.

My Poem “Multitude”

This morning, I saw a distant light
shining from afar in the sky -
which was not the sun,
which was definitely not a plane,
and did not appear to be a drone;
however, the seemingly stationary light
that I saw from perhaps a mile away,
was enough to make me wonder
within my mind what it could be...
this morning, I also saw a white swan
and their cygnet swimming in a nearby pond;
and, as I watched the white swan
gracefully swim towards me,
almost immediately, I knew
that me seeing the swan,
and the swan seeing me,
was a sign of something significant,
a sign of something extraordinary
that has never been lost on me.

This morning, the sky is bright blue...
this morning, the light shines
unfiltered upon everything...
this morning, the chorus of caws
of the crows on the branches of their trees
are loud and distinctive,
just as the chirps of the robins
in the hedgerows are always
something sweet to hear
when they pay me a visit
as I proceed upon my path...
this morning, like every morning,
people carry out their daily rituals -
whether that is shopping,
reading, watching, or perhaps listening,
visiting one another,
doing what they must,
as well as being there for those
who need help the most.

This morning, every morning, even as a child,
I am awoken with a mind of dreams,
thoughts, feelings, inspiration,
and, of course, poetry...
this morning, every morning,
looks the same as those
that have come before -
but I always know that something is different,
I always know that something,
somehow, somewhere, has changed...
this morning, every morning,
I love being up early to see
the last lights of the night,
the first light of the day,
and be witness to the moment
when silence becomes filled
with the sounds of a symphony...
this morning, every morning,
I know more than I am told
about life, the world, the universe,
and I instinctively feel the peaceful
harmony of the natural world
and the beginning of another wave
of that which binds everything -
both living and departed -
together beyond the limits
of the divine, eternal, and constant message
that is seen and interpreted
by everybody, everywhere, every day
in a multitude of ways.

‘The Wolf In Us’ by Mark Hastings – Chapter Six: “The Dream of the Wolf” – part 2

In this episode, Mark recites part 2 of Chapter Six of his 2022 novel ‘The Wolf In Us’: “The Dream of the Wolf”. The sequel to his books ‘The Wolf In Me’, ‘The Wolf In You’, and ‘Vega – The Vampire King’. The story of Olivia Hunter continues. The tale of The Wolf deepens. The Vampire King makes a discovery. Revelations are revealed. Connections are made. Tragedy and trauma leave unseen scars. Reflections come to light. Realisations are realised. Life and death, dreams and love, provide an answer to the question: What is The Wolf In Us? You can read Mark’s poetry on his website http://MarkThePoet.Me, and you can purchase all of Mark’s books of poetry, short-story anthologies, and novellas on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3HjAJMC

My Poem “The Last Sunset”

It's OK if I should pass on
to the world to come,
because I can honestly say,
with my hand on my heart,
that I have played my part
and I have definitely left my mark...
it's OK if I had to go
because I would again get to see
all the people whom I have known -
including the man who was always
and who will forever be my hero...
it would be OK I were to have written
my last poem and to have seen my last sunrise,
because I know that I did my best
every day while I was alive...
it would be sad to have to go
and to not be able to say a proper goodbye
to all those people who I know
would miss me when I am gone
and who I know would think of me and cry...
it is not something I am planning to do,
it is not something I am looking forward to,
but if this poem were the last thing
that anybody heard of me
then I hope I will be remembered
as being someone who gave back
and who believed that every day was a gift...
it is my lasting hope and my wish
that someday someone will read my words,
someone will see my face,
someone will think about something
or about someone who they love
and wonder what and whom it was who inspired me,
and the future reader of my poetry and I
will begin to communicate with one another
across space and across time
because we will have created
a bridge back to each other
that we can use to learn more
about ourselves and about how we can
all help others through the darkness
that follows the last light of our last sunset.

My Poem “Road Trip”

Life is complicated...
sometimes there is no way to know
what way is the right way
and what is the wrong way to proceed...
sometimes truly life-changing decisions
are made in the moment
based on timing and instinct -
that is why, sometimes,
getting away from almost everything
and almost everyone,
somewhere different,
is exactly what we all need.

Even machines sometimes
need a "time out" to reset...
even animals sometimes
need to go for a walk
not knowing where they are going,
nor what they are going to find...
even people who like to
"Live in the Fast Lane" would confess
that sometimes even they
have to get some rest...
even people who love being
surrounded by technology
and fully-integrated into
what is going on in culture and society
like it when they can turn everything off
and make the most of the most
precious thing in the universe: time.

Every journey is influenced
by what you do, where you go,
and, most importantly,
who you choose to travel with...
some people we only walk in parallel with
for a short time before our
paths diverge once again
and there is an unmistakable
and inevitable drift...
whether it is annual family
gatherings and reunions,
or a last-minute thought to do something
you have never done before,
we all are better for any
and every experience that we can share
with those who we cannot wait
to be around and who we miss
more than anything when they have to leave.

Sometimes you can't beat packing a bag,
getting in a vehicle with someone
who might know well -
but who you might not get the opportunity
to spend as much time with as you would like -
tuning the radio to a station
that always plays songs
that always seem to be able
to read your mind
and tap into the rhythm of your heart,
and talk about the most random of things
like only those who enjoy
spending time with one another can,
and head off towards the sunrise
or into the sunset
on an unforgettable road trip.

My Poem “Always With Me”

Every day, I climb the hill
to stand alongside, to speak to,
and to hear the voice of my Dad -
as I always have, and as I always will,
because my Dad will always be
the golden light that guides my way...
every day, I feel like my Dad is still with me -
because he is;
wherever I look at a photograph of my Dad
I know that he is standing alongside me,
with an arm around me,
as he whispers his lasting wish:
"Be there for those who matter the most"...
every day, when I am with my Dad
the sound of birdsong can be heard all around,
and often times a robin or a pair of magpies
visits also and sings in a nearby tree,
which always makes me smile
at the same time that I start to cry...
every day, I tell my Dad I love him and I miss him
and I feel the touch of love
from my Dad that I always felt
when I looked into his eyes,
when in my mind I felt our unique connection -
which is why I will always remember,
and why I will always reflect upon,
what my Dad did for me
and what he will always mean to me -
and even now, every day, and forever
I know more than ever
that even though my Dad
may now rest atop the hill,
what made him who has was,
who he is, and who he will always be,
will always be with me
wherever I go.