Kenneth Maswabi
My poetic nest
Recently, I visited
my poetic nest
This is a sacred
place of my re-birth
Every time I come
here
My spirit is lifted
up into the heavens
And my heart is
filled with both tears and ecstasy
It is a place up on
the higher branches of consciousness
Where the world is
held in complete awe
And humanity is a
place of absolute beauty
It is in this poetic
nest where I have given birth to myself
Encapsulated on the
canvas of poetry
I have allowed my
inner being to be known
And let all my fears
be dissolved
On this branch of
consciousness,
I have enjoyed an
atmosphere of clarity
And consumed a lot
of Silence
It is on this tree
of life that my dreams are displayed
And my thoughts
extinguished
As I dive deep into
the realm of the spirit
To be inside the
aloneness
To be the only fibre
of existence
I have to shed all
my life experiences
And be the
tabernacle of being
I have to present
the completeness of being
To the Host of all
beings
I have to be
nothingness
In the presence of the
eternal Light
To be emptiness, in
the bowl of existence
I have to be the
Silence within
Inside the womb of
life
My poetic nest is
not a place
It is a state of
being
It is beyond the
dimension of time and space
It is the pedestal
of hope
The home of unconditional
Love
The abode of God
©Kenneth Maswabi
