If this was real



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.



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

It’s here! Proof copy, cover reveal.

The proof copy of my latest book has just arrived. The cover is more or less how I wanted it with it being a tad off focus, so I’m happy with it, although the grey could be a bit more grey, bit darker perhaps but screen grey and book grey do differ. Overall I like it and I’ve gone for a matte finish instead of the gloss.

Now I just need to read through and read through again, and even though I’ve read it so many times in Word and printouts I do tend to find blips in book form, but fingers crossed it’ll be ok. Aaaaand I’ve already found two items that need to be changed, grrrr haha, so it certainly won’t be ready until next year!

It’s a short story of roughly 9,000 words with poetic feelings. I’ve been calling it my Surreal, Elemental, Spiritual, Love Story. It concerns a man with his search for that mysterious elemental fragrance of life and love. We are at the end and the beginning of his transformations, his awakening, and his first steps into becoming a Listener – an Earth Angel, although as he says to a mother and daughter on a train when the daughter asks if he is one.

“There are many different kinds of Earth Angel and it isn’t our name or what we are, but it’s the closest to how we are.”

Rose

a rose is nothing but a reflection of you
as it sheds its petals
to reveal your perfect heart

how the rain sings on my windows
reminds me of the joy
in my soul as you smile

you are the nature of this time
bringing a spiritual essence
to warm the solitude of mine

The discovery of you

The discovery of you is an illusion

The finding
where you rest before the sunrise
as darkness
a shadow yet to be
heated

mist evaporates from you
from my eyes
to reveal
your exquisite rise and fall
inhale, exhale

and there, you see
is where blindness strikes me
for as you smile
you remove the sun
which shatters the magic

I walk away
to my own falling, failing
as a glance behind
sees flowers growing at your feet
sunrise kissing your hair

a heartbeat
an apprehensive, step
a breathing
of pain
a mirage

never to be kissed