Kenneth Maswabi
In my dream
Life throws things at me
Sometimes it's a ping pong
ball
Floating in and out of
consciousness
The game is not real, but the
dream is a big deal
Sometimes I am a flower
inside the heart of Man
And my petals are black and
white
All the colours drained
Like a desert longing for
rain
I long for the colorful life
The feelings of attachment,
identities and achievements permeate my thoughts
But the dream keeps me away
from that reality
Into the dimensionless realm
of nothingness
Here I am a nest awaiting the
arrival of my tenants
I have neither knowledge nor
understanding
Just a template of life
In my dream, I am a
tabernacle of Being
Far away from this physical
world
Yet present inside everyone
of you
Locked away inside the
mystery
Hidden from sight
Alone in the aloneness
I yearn for all of you
To be here with me
But it's close to impossible
For you to hear me
It's my prayer, to be with
you
To get to know you
To embrace your world
But the veil of mystery
separates us for now
I wonder if the time will
come for me to wake up
And be with you
Or for you to finally answer
my prayer
And come inside the substance
of being
It is my dream for you to
know your true self
©Kenneth Maswabi
