religion
My Poem “Poetry is my religion”
Whenever I open my eyes, whenever I close my eyes, within me, around me, I know that I am not alone... whenever I am confronted by the spectre of fear and doubt I know that I can instantly connect with a wellspring of hope... whenever I feel like I do not know what to do or where to go I know that I am on a path of enlightenment that I started upon from the day that I was born... whenever I find myself thinking, feeling, dreaming, allowed to let my mind, my heart, my spirit and my soul wander I always hear the voice of the eternal call... whenever I can, wherever I am - whether sitting on a bench in a park, whether sitting at a table in a cafe, whether in my bedroom looking out the window, I feel connected to the world, to the universe, to nature, to the sun of the day and to the stars of the night sky, and I also feel connected to people from my past life, from my present life, and perhaps to those who I have yet to meet who I do not yet know I am connected to and who do not yet know are already connected to me... whenever I have sought out the next signpost that will lead me to what direction I am destined to take down the the multitude of roads of choice and fate I know that whether I am surrounded by tall trees, by tall buildings, by nature, or by people, I am free to be and to free to experience what and with whom I am supposed to my own personal perception of life and follow my faith of hope and optimism that lies at the heart of what I believe, what I live by, and what speaks to me and every day convinces me that poetry in all its forms is my religion.
My Poem ‘For the record’
Like the Earth orbiting the sun;
like the solar system
spinning around the core of the galaxy;
like the sounds that can be heard
while listening to the noise
of the interstellar background;
like the racing heart beat
of somebody out on a run;
like the natural soundtrack of life
that you can hear and feel
which you can imagine with great detail
without needing to see it;
like the sound of waves crashing on a beach;
when you listen to the music
that sings to your soul
and inhabits your heart
that has been recorded
in the most exquisite quality possible –
in memory, on CD, on vinyl,
the spirit of the music, the artist,
the magic and the depth of the human mind
and body gives you back every time
something you wait with anticipation
to be found so that it may
again and again resound
and make you feel as if
your feet have left the ground.
People love music;
music is so adored and worshiped
it is like a religion;
music can inspire people to be
and to do anything:
to be brave, to be thoughtful,
to be artistic, to be prolific;
everyone knows what their favourite song
or piece of music is,
and everybody has a personal
and a profound reason for why
their song is their song.
Music has been a part of our lives
since we were born;
albums and artists have been talking to us
and taking us to our dreams
since we heard our first old-favourite;
music is at the centre of our universe
that rotates just as fast
as the grooves of a vinyl album on a turntable;
listening to music is always a blessing,
and never a chore;
there is so much music that has been created
that is epic and great;
music is a gateway to an astoundingly-beautiful
and magical world.
Music is the eternal and universal love
that everybody and anybody can enjoy
and be blessed with their entire lives;
music is what we all share
an invisible connection to
and are attached to every second
by an unbreakable umbilical-cord;
music is the abundant source of energy
that makes life what it is,
just as much as the sun’s light;
music is the single most important,
meaningful and memorable thing
that the human race will be remembered for
by future generations and fellow space-travelers –
and all we do will live on forever
as our greatest monument of ourselves
for the record.
Mark The Poet 