Kenneth Maswabi
These words
I am secretly
peeping through the window of the soul
I want to see the garden
that produces these words
These words are not
the substance of this world
There is something
beautiful in their whole being
There is an inner
radiance that is hard to explain
I am sure these
words are not aliens
They speak the
language of humanity with ease
As if injected with
the substance of life
These words are
happy to reveal their secrets
It is not that they
are intoxicated
It is the message
they carry
It is too precious
to be left to ordinary words
It is the message of
hope, peace and Love
That is weaved into
their hearts
Just like the air we
breathe
These words are full
of life giving energy
Like molecules of
the spirit
They are inhaled
deep into our souls
To rejuvenate the
fibre of being
And decorate the inner
substance
It is not enough to
meet them
You have to consume
them
Let them sink into
your being
Let them pass
through the cord of existence
Into the womb of the
everlasting life
It is here where
they should be planted
Be allowed to sprout
into beautiful seedlings
Be nurtured and
nourished
Until they are ready
to bloom into beautiful flowers
This is the life
cycle of the poetic spirit
It is an amazing
experience to hold a poem in your being
And let it loose
into the wilderness of the world
See it grow into a
beautiful life giving force
These words are the
substance of life
Just like trees,
they are here to sustain life
©Kenneth Maswabi
