Author: Martin Shone

Life is but a breath on whispering winds of time, but what a breath… Breathe…

in her own way

April 1, 2021

she, is misunderstood
she brings forth such, sorrow
rather like, mist in moonlight
where the path is hidden
and the trees with their dark foliage
hide their beauty in shadows

she is, beneath it all
beneath her shadow
deep beneath the roots of her dark mystery
she is, in her own way
a spectre of love

she loves … she wishes she could love
as tenderly as those mists
as magical as that moon
as soft as those beautiful leaves
but her gothic soul, crumbles
at the very thought of,

life.

If this was real

March 21, 2021



Inspired by the video of an article I read in Emergence Magazine #1 called Lost World about the destruction of the Cambodia’s Mangrove Forests for their sands. When she sees the pretend waterfall in Singapore’s Lost World complex she says, “If this was real, imagine how beautiful it would be.” and the following poem appeared.

www.emergencemagazine.org/story/lost-world

Connecting the threads between ecology, culture, and spirituality – Emergence Magazine

I’ve not recorded anything for a long time now, and I apologise for my voice in this recording, it’s rather croaky.

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If this was real
imagine the world
open
imagine the love
for the land
imagine the silence
of being
imagine the touch
of green
upon your heart

If this was real
there would be no pretence
no greed
no hunger
no theft

If this was real
you’d know her soul
you’d feel her
you’d live

If this was real
instead of her destruction
instead of human indifference
instead of the disappointment
of being human
guilty

imagine how beautiful it would be

Gravitas

March 13, 2021

how gentle the snowflake
as it
tethers itself
to a falling feather
and thus
its impossible lightness
gives the feather
that extra bit of gravitas
and the feather says
“Look at me, look at me
riding the sky, surfing the swell.
Look at me, look at me.”

how heavy the feather
as it
falls in swift motions
of despair
as snowflakes
impossible in their lightness
coagulate, become one
to break the feather’s pride
and thus
it takes one last peek
one last reach
one last breath
before
their lightness
crushes

their pleasured pain

March 4, 2021

how this time
this, impossible feeling of
distance

I feel such a longing for
longevity
yet at the same time
I feel its breath
begin to cremate
and I feel, also
her kisses
kissing me to feel
the distance
for it is such a distance
where the language of sorrow
echoes along the path
from the fires
those joyful fires,
breathing

breathing
their pleasured pain