Kenneth Maswabi
Not to be defined
I choose not to be defined
To be empty of all commotions
And be full of Silence
In these times of emotions
I choose to be motionless
Be part of the natural
stillness
That hovers on the background
Like a gigantic oasis of
peace
Always waiting for the storm
to pass
And inhabit the face of the
earth
Not to be defined by the
fallen branches
Or the dilapidated clouds
Just to be here, there and no
where
Like the colour of the night
Not sticking to surfaces
Decorating contours
And vanishing into thin air
Not to be defined
I choose the demeanor of
peace
To represent my existence
To be the color of my absence
Not to be defined
I am the open canvas
Where dreams grow
Every night, I am renewed
Refreshed and rearranged
Not by the hands of Man
But by the mysteries of
Consciousness
©Kenneth Maswabi
