Kenneth Maswabi
The spirit of poetry
Once again,
I am drawn inwards
Into the
extreme depth of nothingness
The poetic
spirit is abundant and overflowing
The Silence
is rich and full of mystery
The unknown
is the sacred place for my soul
To imbibe in
the intoxicating spirit
To quench my
thirstiness for true freedom
To soak me
in the rich nectar of the spirit
I am not
completely sure why I keep coming here
It is a
serene and lush wilderness full of Silence
I guess it
is my secret escapade
My addiction
and my medicine
I am not
coming back soon
I have to
heal my body, mind and soul first
I have to
gather all the sacred words
And create a
beautiful spell
It is not
poetry, but a fulfillment of the commitment
It is the
substance of being that is displayed
Inside the
vase of eternity
Here, I am
not enveloped in uncertainty
I am empty
of all Impossibilities
I am rich in
spirit and possibilities
Love is my passion
Silence is
my charm and my fortified home
Poetry is my
conversation with myself
Yes, you are
part of me
The poetic
spirit is our line of communication
Let us be
full of peace, happiness and Love
Let the
spirit within shine
It is the
sweet nectar of being that speaks
Quenched by
the river of living water
The poem is
a vessel for the spirit to flow from one heart to another
A testament
for the sacred accord that ties us together
The covenant
of unconditional Love is our sacred vow
It will
never be broken or destroyed
It is the
everlasting life
©Kenneth Maswabi
