We all go through life looking for connections... we all venture far and wide searching for similarities... we all journey to places hoping to make some happy memories and to have some fun... we all trek, voyage, and ultimately discover, the deeper that we dive into the relationships that define the human adventure, that the frontier of understanding is one that is infinite. I always find it amazing and fascinating when I meet someone who speaks one of the same languages that I do - especially when there is also a meeting of minds that instantly and naturally occurs... I always feel fulfilled after talking with someone who I might have just met who immediately recognises that we have something in common by the recognition of something that I am wearing, because the near effortlessness of our communication reminds me that we are all meant to find people who we can give back to and can give us the best of each others worlds. I have always been hopeful and optimistic about the future, the world, the universe, the possibilities of everything and everyone... I have always formed bonds with fellow enthusiasts of the same things, the same places, the same areas of interest, the same sources of escapism and enjoyment... I have always known that the only way to find commonalities is to use the means at your disposal to look beyond what is going on around you and follow the steps to where people like me wait to be found and reminded that they are not alone... I have always believed that what and whom we choose to engage with influences us in ways that cannot be quantified, but the more that we meet and talk with others who just want to make the most of what fills them with passion we find that we share a dialogue that will forever be a gift of universal translation.
language
My Poem “Hola!”
Hola! Hello! Hi! Whether it is morning, afternoon, or at night, people greet each other and reconnect with one another to continue the experience of synchronicity through communication, by opening and closing their eyes and by opening and closing their our mouths - sometimes voluntarily, sometimes because it is expected, sometimes because certain actions over time can become rituals, sometimes because if certain cultural norms are not met people can be easily offended. The value of something and what something costs matters a great deal to some people... a single word, a gesture, a look, a smile, a touch, can go a long way... a memory, a thought, a consideration for someone else can mean the world... a message from someone special to us can make our entire day. There are countless instances over the course of our life when subtleties leave a more lasting impression than those that might be considered more grandeur in size... the best way to tell whether someone's intentions are honest and selfless is always to look into their eyes... there have been thousands of languages invented since the dawn of humanity when a small group used to look up to the sky and dream, wonder, worship, and ask for answers. Whenever you find yourself in a place you do not know well it is always helpful and customary to learn some of the "local lingo" - and while on holiday recently that is exactly what I tried to do; however, since I have come back, I have found myself having to hold back saying the word "hola" - Why? Because for days on end I used that word over and over again, more times than you can know, to greet to whomever I came into contact with, and now I have to retrain my brain to once again revert back to saying a simple "hello".
My Poem “In Their Own Words”
Words are powerful... Words are meaningful... Words can only have their required impact when they are used in combination with other words that interlock either side of them in a sentence... Words can be the key to deciphering a particular reference... Words can only mean what they do when they have lived a life of interchangeability... Words are used in unison with sounds and images when we dream or when we wish to convey a thought, an idea, a message to those close, far, intentionally, or accidentally. We can find words... We can lose words... We can adopt words... We can save words... We can build are world and a life with words... We can watch someone be brought to their knees with words - because words have a weight to them, words have a gravity to them, words have a way about them that when evoked in a certain way, and when innunciated in a particular fashion by a diction-endowed individual, can open minds, ears, eyes, mouths, to such a degree that allows for the continuance of language, in all its forms, throughout the infinite universes that harbor many different worlds, many different sunrises, many different communicators, authors, dreamers, artists, writers, poets capable of telling their own story, but only in their own words.
Sunday Ramble: 23-10-22
My Poem “Adopt a Word”
Many years ago now I adopted a word - a word that would come to define me, a word that would come to inspire me, a word that would come to mean more to me than any other word - because as soon as I saw that word I knew who and what I was, because I knew that that word was me and had always been me... over the years I have used many words to describe what I have seen, what I have felt, what I believe, what people have meant and continue to mean to me - but there will only ever be one word that says more than I ever could about what it means to be someone like me: a dreamer, a storyteller, a writer - but not like any other, because the word that I found and which found me I have come to realize has a power of its own that can open doorways to places, that can bring back memories of the past, as well as give the gift of a vision of as-yet unrealised brand new worlds... many people have read what I have written, and when I am writing from the heart then what I write in every way is all me and my life, as told through my poetry... many languages are spoken, many languages are there to be read, many people are constantly looking for a purpose to their life and for the reason why they are alive - and from the moment that I started down my path through life and I started to see beauty in every facet of the world, I knew that when I chose the word "Poet" I had adopted a word that was in every way who I was and who I would always be.
Mark The Poet 