Kenneth Maswabi
This story is not yet written
The clouds are the supreme witnesses
While the sky is the guard of honour
I am a tiny speck inside the fabric of nothingness
You will never see me rise above anyone
I will always be the fibre of existence
The ray of hope will always be my home
And the garden of lovers is my work space
I am a butterfly inside the weightlessness of my being
I will not fly away to faraway realms
I will always nourish the substance of life
It might not sound like a lot
When I flap my wings inside your heart
But a path is weaved by those who are persistent
I will continue to weave my path inside your heart
It is not an intrusion of any sort
This path is also the illumination of your light
I am only a dreamer submerged in your dreams
I am a seeker inside your looking
I will not forsake or judge you
I will always offer you a bowl of unconditional love
Love, Consciousness and humanity are my modus operandi
This story is not yet written
This is actually not my story
It is our story and together we shall unravel its contents
©Kenneth Maswabi
