Kenneth Maswabi
Like an intruder
I am not interested in ripples
Nor am I afraid of falling apples
I am attracted by Silence
Enjoy stepping into the quietness of
my being
Like an intruder, I have to find my
way inside the Silence
Look inside the cubicle of my
existence
And search for the hidden mystery
Like an intruder, I must enter the
unknown
And go into the secret chamber
Where I will find the treasures that
I seek
Like an intruder, I am not a guest
Nor am I a pest, I am a secret
Inside the realm of the spirit
I hide not my heart but my footsteps
Silence is my companion and my guide
I and Silence are woven together
into an empty bowl (humility)
That carries nothingness as a gift
to the unknown
Inside the unknown, nothingness
represents us
The past, present and future wrapped
together
Mind, body and soul melted into one
spirit (Love)
Inside the spirit, we are not
intruders
We are the fibre of eternity
Here, we can undress ourselves and
become poems
This is the mystery of being
(existence)
Our beauty is poetry and poetry is
found inside us all
The unknown is the source of our
true selves
These poems are pieces of us
