Robin was born in Lumsden, New Zealand in 1957.
His family were very outdoor orientated, hence Rob grew up exploring, living and experiencing the countryside. Hiking, running and climbing were just part of growing up. Later in life Rob studied Science and Veterinary Medicine and after five years of rural practise in New Zealand Rob moved to the UK with his wife Donna. It was here that he become interested in Yoga which consequently changed his life; Rob had suffered for some time with uveitis iritis but due to the persistence and dedication of his Yoga teacher his health markedly improved. Rob also discovered through his daily practice of Yoga something far more profound: a spark; a light within; a new found intuition; a "presence" which has given him the inspiration to write poetry - from the heart.
Rob writes through the eyes of nature, and integrates this with aspects of Philosophy for every day life and yet his pieces are timeless in essence.
Robin currently practices as a Veterinarian in rural Wales and writes Poetry for several journals and newspaper in which he has regular columns. His website is -http:// www.theheartofpoetry.com
 

2007, New Year Sunrise

Two thousand and seven, what will it bring?
As I wait for the sun to come
from behind that oak that I always watch
off to the side of the house.
The crows are landing in one’s and two’s then taking off again;
and I did see the same thing to, the morning before the last.
And the soldiers stand in sentry, these trees in line to the side;
I called them so without a thought just because they do remind.
They stand so tall and free, and it is what I think! I should be
in this coming year as well; this picture to nature’s reality:
clear, tall and free. Yes! and with that light to bring.
I will always patiently wait while the Robin’s song is playing;
in the bush, the shrub, the hedge; hopping and secretly looking;
the same bird that I penned, all that time ago.
While the horsemen are on that charge again as they ride on to the morning,

stirrups high and jackets pink, presenting the new day coming.
As this light I see, it is forever changing, and as it filters through to
me;
an everlasting light and shade transforming through my eye:
and it always brings a surge of wonder; as this rise of energy, welling up
inside;
of what I see outside, and overwhelmingly, makes me feel anaesthetised.
And away from my mind, the stillness I feel; almost as if, surreal,
Like  a moment, a space! That I will never see again, as it fuses into  the
next;
Absorbing all there is, and it is saying to  me!
That  nothing is ever stationary
There are no noughts and ones. They are just positions like a point upon a
map;
but this chip that’s locked within, is what these points can never have:
this presence; this cognition; the awareness of a consciousness;
of my breath; of what my existence is. For this is where the power lies,
between these noughts and ones; between the in and out; between these very
lines.
And to listen! To hear this age old vibration in an incomprehensible void;
as even a standing stone is changing its formation; and telling!
To never miss a single moments breath; a single passage of air,
a single instantaneous presence; not time! No! For me! It is gone. Time is
never there.
Blown away into the past; and it is for me to catch this notion; this
essence,
that the past, present and future can be merged into this timeless wonder.
For my destiny has no beginning: or ending
It is the very thread to which I tread; that is the understanding
for my continuing evolution.
The awareness of motion through my every action: and non action
In. Out. In. Out. The pause between. To listen. That is, to experience
Life!
The sun! is up. I’ll take a shower: And then I’ll be off to work