Kenneth Maswabi
On my way back
In my human capacity
I am as inflatable
as a balloon
Capable of being
stuffed with the contents of life
Filled with
excitement and all sorts of desires
I can be deflated as
well
Extinguished of all
my joy, blanketed by sorrow
I can reach the
valley of sadness and be a desolate place
But I try to find my
way back home to the realm of nothingness
And on my way home,
I have to gather my body, mind and soul
Consume a lot of
Silence
And be empty of all
acquired knowledge
On my way home, I
have to undress myself of life
And be the vast
emptiness of existence
I have to occupy the
vessel of nothingness
And be the solitary
fiber of existence
That stretches from
the beginning to the end of life
That is swallowed by
death across dimensions
Into the
dimensionless realm
On my way home, time
and space are dissolved
And nothingness
inhabits the cord of my being
Like Silence, I am
no where and everywhere
I am only awaiting
the arrival of poetry
When I am manifested
on the canvas of life
As a poem, I am
totally submerged in the fabric of existence
©Kenneth Maswabi
