Kenneth Maswabi
Playing adult games
In the middle of no where
Stranded in faraway places
The Poet is always playing
adult games
With the mind and sometimes
with the soul
The Poet likes to skate on
the thin slices of the mind or dangle from the rafters of the tabernacle of
being
Entangling himself (or
herself) on the fabric of Silence
The Poet is a baby at heart,
always looking for some pearls made of words
To put them inside the ocean
of consciousness
Or set them free inside the
house of humanity
The Poet roams the natural
wilderness, even reaching to the roof of the cosmos
Just to be one with the
sacred Light and other mysterious phenomenon
The Poet is a solitary being,
choosing to be alone inside the mind of tranquility
Or sometimes to sit still
inside the aloneness
The Poet is also an
extrovert, gathering and mingling with different characters to play the game of
hide and seek or to weave sacred baskets made of mysterious poems
It is not possible for the
Poet to stop playing these adult games, it's his way of life
He has to wander into the
realm of imagination and be intoxicated by wild (mind) berries
Or to drink from the river of
living water and dissolve into the realm of the Divine
The Poet is a human being but
his needs goes beyond that of an ordinary person
He craves the sacred ecstasy
made deep inside the substance of being
So, every now and then, he is
submerged into the fabric of existence
And just disappears into
nothingness
©Kenneth Maswabi
03-04-2023
Photo credit to the owner
