Kenneth Maswabi
The fruits of my madness
In my madness
I refused to accept the slice of reality
given to me
I could not fit myself inside the
classroom of life
It was just full of theories and
gibberish
I needed something transcendental
Not the stuff that decays with time
The theories were all time and
space-dependent
I wanted something which was timeless and
space-less
I was thirsty to rediscover my true self
And drink from the river of my being
I knew it was a perilous journey
I faced so many obstacles
Laid down by the hands of Man
In his pursuit to hide the Truth
He turned everyone into followers
The spirit was discarded
And the entrance to the spiritual realm
shut
It was a perfect plan
But it did not envision the presence of
seekers, dreamers
And Lovers inside the house of humanity
Inside my madness,
I vomited all the substance of acquired
knowledge
Removed all identities, attachments and
expectations from my spirit
And remained holding only to my true self
In this way, I was liberated from the
gibberish
I was left to float inside my own madness
I was finally on my way home
I started the consumption of Silence
Emptied all of my thoughts, emotions and
experiences
I became the molecule of nothingness
Totally free to indulge in the ways of
the phantasmal
I am now a fully-fledged Lover, Dreamer
and Seeker
I seek only after the Light of God
I dream only about unconditional Love
I Love to Love and be loved
The substance of my being is my
tabernacle
An altar to pray and praise the living
God
God is the Truth
©Kenneth Maswabi
