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Kenneth Maswabi

Poetry is not a storm

Like a breeze

It is a voiceless voice

With footprints of Silence

Poetry inhabits not the mind

It is the body, mind and soul that hold it still

In its true entirety, poetry cannot be defined

As it has no meaning and has every meaning

Poetry is not a storm that destroys hope

It is a strong tranquilizer that nourishes peace

In its tracks, there is plenty of joy, sorrow and more joy

It cannot submerge you in ecstasy unless you are free

From the mental hardwired commotions

The logical mind's tricks are an anathema to the poetic spirit

Poetry needs a loose composure, an unrestricted appetite for the mysterious sacred substance of knowledge, understanding and wisdom

Poetry is a pure form of knowing, not restricted by the uncertainty principles

It is a tasteful nectar that nourishes the soul

Suffusing the spirit with the sacred Light

Encapsulating the substance of being with peace


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