My Poem ‘Fresh Start’

It’s a brand new morning,
on a brand new day,
at a brand new time,
for a brand new me;
it’s a brand new dawning,
on a brand new path,
to a brand new way,
at a brand new place,
with a brand new state of mind,
for a brand new poem,
about a brand new us,
and a brand new life for us
to live breathe and see.

I feel like I am going back to school.
I feel like I am having to learn things over again.
I feel like I am discovering
and tapping into a new source of inspiration fuel.
I feel like I am learning more about myself
every time I sit down with a piece of paper and a pen.
I feel like I am crossing a border
to an unfamiliar territory.
I feel like I am ripping out the last page of my story
from my book, and throwing it into the wind
for someone else to find and one day return to me,
and then we can both know what my last word
and what my last line of poetry will be.

It’s a fresh air that I feel,
and a fresh perspective that I now have.
It’s a fresh surge of blood, energy, and love
that I feel pumping and beating from my heart.
It’s a fresh and gleaming new coat of paint on the world
that I can see my face in,
because the shine is so clear when I look at it
I am instantly reflecting.
It’s a fresh cup that I am drinking from,
as I make the best of every second
of my fresh start.

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My Poem ‘Treasure’

Life is the most amazing gift in existence;
love is the most wonderful miracle
that can ever be blessed on someone-
when you discover one day that your entire life
has all been preparation for meeting the one person
who truly loves you and understands you
and accepts you for who you are,
you never get over the power of that instant discovery,
and the daily insights into the meaning of all life,
as well as your own, that is represents;
and that is why life and love should be considered
the most precious and the most incredible treasure
that you can ever have in the palm of your hands,
and they will light the way of any path
that is in front of you more so than the sun.

Dedicated to my friend Surya Devi on her birthday

My Poem ‘The Astronomer’

The sun is going down in the west,
and yet new light dawns in the wake of the setting of the sun-
light that has been veiled to the naked eye by the blue-sky
appears on the horizon,
as astronomers decipher the message of the constant sky at night,
that will one day launch humanity on its never-ending quest.

Looking up at the stars, from the ground, with a telescope,
on Earth, or in orbit, looking out of a window,
you quickly become aware that what you are seeing
is not everything that there is-
what you are seeing is the last image of a changing universe,
and the stars that you see above are echoes in its after-glow.

When we look up at the stars,
we are witnessing the history and the evolution of all life, everywhere;
when I look up at the beautiful dark night sky,
I feel invigorated by what I cannot see-
just the thought of what could be out there, what we know is out there,
magnifies my vision through the lens of my imagination,
and compels me more with every stare.

We, humanity, are an ensemble of watchers, listeners,
readers, and astronomers,
who are all searching for something,
so that we may make sense of the perfection disguised as chaos
that is our universe-
for most, the most amazing discovery of life
is that everything that has every been created, beyond our understanding,
is greater and more complicated to completely revolve around us.

I like to think of us all as snowflakes created in a cloud
that slowly fall to Earth and are carried on the wind,
before finally settling on a snow-covered floor;
and as we descend, at times,
some of us look up to where we have come from,
and some of us look down to where we were seeded,
before eventually restarting the cycle all over again-
each time progressing our understanding of each-other
and quenching our desire to learn more,
which is a testament to our teachers:
those who inspire us to look inward and project outward;
those who encourage us to keep looking up,
even though they are no longer with us, who will always inspire us,
like the late, great, astronomer,
Sir Patrick Moore.

Dedicated to Sir Patrick Moore, 1923-2012

My Poem ‘The Coral Belief’

So many people live in fish tanks,
but they will never see a coral reef;
so many people get to a point in their lives
when they stop asking questions,
and instead focus everything on a singular belief.

We once saw “inanimate objects”
and thought of them as things that are uncomplex,
inconsequential, to be taken advantage of, and overlooked-
we used to believe that because a thing does not appear to move
that they must not be alive,
and so can be pushed with impunity to destruct.

All life is the offspring of the same ocean;
however, some are afraid to return, some don’t want to return,
but some do return to retrace the steps from what they have become;
whether from the seas of Earth,
or the infinite expanse of space-
all life is unique, and yet cosmologically, intrinsically,
irrationally, illogically, connected, one and the same-
from the beginning, until all life has been bred and done.

Sometimes, time, passion, patience, and discovery,
is all you need to see the web of the stars,
and the similarities between humanity and the Great Barrier Reef-
that is the way that I see things,
that is my coral belief.

My Poem ‘Rediscovery’

If you are like me then you dream of places that you have never been,
you dream of discovery;
and, if you are like me then you know that the meaning of something cannot be realized the first time you see it,
it can only be found upon rediscovery.
A photograph of your first love, a long-since forgotten song from your youth,
an influential book from your formative years,
the rediscovery and acceptance of a home truth.

Our memories and our experiences are an inexhaustible energy-supply for our internal time machine-
they are our way of visiting moments in our lives without having to relive the events of before, or the years in-between.
Rediscovery of a natural gift, however, is an always exhilarating,
and sometimes liberating, discovery that can only be had the second time around-
a discovery that can make you fall-in-love again, inspire you to greater heights than the first time, and can be unbelievably profound.

To rediscover who you are for the first time in your life is a revelation unparalleled by the most learned scholar, psychotherapist, behaviorist,
or man on the street-
a rediscovery that could save your life, and the lives of others;
a discovery that you return to, and a rediscovery that you repeat.

My Poem ‘The Windmill’

Through the forest; through the trees;
through an opening, to a cornfield;
there, standing tall in the distance, my talisman is revealed.
The instant I see it I immediately race towards it at full-speed-
ever-present and all-around me there is an energy,
an anticipation, a focus, and a need.
The windmill is all that I see; the windmill is all that I know;
not even the waist-high corn of this field
can keep me from where I want to go.
I am like a man possessed: running, leaping,
forging a path where before there was none-
the closer I get, the faster I run;
the higher it towers, the more hypnotized by it I become.
The Windmill, the tower: a majestic memento of ingenuity,
and symbiosis.
A windmill, an artefact: a constant, akin to that of an oasis.
As I stand at the windmills base
looking up at it’s intricate sails,
the windmill’s wheel begins to spin,
as if it were being turned by the gust of a gale.
The clouds above me clear; the windmill’s sails are now still;
the blue sky above me looks so inviting;
I feel as if I am in the presence of an ethereal will.
I stand transfixed; energized, emotional,
protective of what stands before me;
and after what seems like a lifetime of looking, I finally see…
myself, my younger self,
standing at the base of the windmill looking at me from below-
as if I were now the windmill,
and my younger self had come to say hello.