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Book 1, 20/1/2011

Icy. Frosty. A day of great beauty.
This book feels special.
This time in my life feels essential.
This day feels inspiring.
The future, I can tell, is going to be exciting.

Book 2, 23/11/2011

Icy. Frosty. A day of stillness. A day of great beauty.
This book is me. This is the beginning of a future I cannot wait to see.
Today is the day.
I have so much that I want to do. I have so much that I want to say.

Book 3, 5/6/2012

Calm. Peaceful.
As Venus prepares to transit The Sun for the last time this century-
the energy in the air is wonderful, palpable.
This book is me. This book is my destiny.
I am in the cusp of something great.
I am at the end and at the beginning of a journey.
The hour is early, and yet it is getting late.

Book 4, 23/9/2012

It is the 23rd of September, 2012.
It’s a warm, restful, inspiring Saturday afternoon-
perfect conditions and a perfect day to be inspired, to write some poetry,
and a perfect day to take your favourite book down from the bookshelf.
This book is me. This book is my thoughts. This book is the world that I see.
I feel inspired. I feel brand new.
How can anyone feel tired, when they are on the verge
of having all their, my, wishes all come true.

Book 5, 13/2/2013

The last few weeks have been hard.
The last couple of days have been a revelation.
The last few weeks have felt like one big condolence card.
The last couple of days have given me something that I truly needed:
a peace, an acceptance, a discovery about life,
that, for me, will have lasting ramifications.
This book is my story. This book is my life.
This book is more than my poetry.
This book is what keeps me going,
and sustains me in my struggle to stay hopeful, and to stay alive.

Back story: Since the 1st of January 2011,
at the beginning of every new notebook
that I start writing my new poetry in,
I have written a little poetic-message to myself
and to anyone who may one day read my notebooks in the future, in ink,
trying to capture who I am and what is going on in my life,
and how I feel at the exact moment that I am beginning a new book-
one of the most thrilling times, if you are a writer.
Anyway, since today is World Book Day in the UK,
I thought that I would share these little notes of insight
and put them all in one “evolving-poem”, as I call it-
I call it an “evolving-poem”, because I intend to never finish it:
every time I begin a new notebook again,
I will update this poem with a new verse! I hope you enjoy reading it!
-Mark

Walking in the rain,
watching the world as it passes me by,
considering the questions of life that I can’t explain,
I think about the future, and why it is important to say goodbye.
For every raindrop that falls,
I consider the countless events that are occurring every second all around me,
what would the world sound like
if I could hear the beats of every heart-
would I feel like a lone swimmer in the middle of a vast sea.
For every step that I take,
I think about all of the decisions that I have made
that have led me to my path;
how fortunate I am to have had the set-backs, the obstacles,
and, most importantly, the blessings-
which are infinite in number,
and are as numerous as the total number of soap bubbles in a bubble-bath.

This is the season of change;
this is the season of transition;
this is the season of the wonderful and the strange;
this is the season when plans and dreams come into fruition.
New air is moving in of the same aroma
as that of a rainstorm after a week of hot summer days;
a new era has begun that promises the continuation,
and also the beginning of progress
that will affect people all over the world in many different ways.

People are moving on;
people are just being discovered;
people will not truly be missed until it is noticed that they are gone;
people are spreading their wings and leaving behind their feathers
to be found by others, like those of a mythical bird.
This is the season of choice;
this is the season when we are asked for our response,
so as to make a reality the potential of our ambition;
this is the season when people find their voice;
this is the season in which planets, and people,
make a transition.

Something beautiful came to me last night;
as I looked up at the Moon, Venus, and Jupiter, in alignment-
after I took a picture of the sky with my camera-
I was overwhelmed by excitement.
It was as if a new light had descended to Earth, like a shooting-star;
but it wasn’t a shooting star, it was something “more”.
I looked up, smiling to myself, marvelling at the stars, the planets,
and at the Moon, as if I had never seen them before-
perhaps, because it was the evening of a day
in which I felt like life had come full-circle:
reliving good times, on a day when the sky was a constant blue,
and at the minute of the sun going down
the sky looked as if it had been painted purple.

There wasn’t a single sound that could be heard,
as I watched the titans of time illuminate before me-
it was only the beat of my own heart that finally woke me
and reminded me that I was still bound by gravity;
because, for nearly a minute,
I felt like I was a part of the sky and not just gazing at it.

What did I feel in that minute?
It was like I was in-tune with everything that I was seeing,
and being silently wowed by the most incredible celestial effect-
greater and more mind-blowing than any projector could ever project.
As I gazed up at the glowing Moon, the sparkling marvel of Venus,
and at the incredible, majestic- even from this distance-
beautiful light of Jupiter,
I felt like I was truly a part of a powerful processor-
so immense, so fast, so perfect,
that will always be the twinkle in the electronic eye
of the most powerful computer.

The entire night,
I thought about what I had seen, what I felt, what connected it all,
and what it all meant.
It was truly a night to remember-
when I and the sky came into alignment.

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