As usual, lost contact with reality, living in a trance of
stories for youngsters and dreams of mighty deeds to
come; woke up to aches and pains, and a new face in
the glaring light of stark reality
Discovered the flow of time, a new concept entering my
dreams, changing the Deepak Chopra teaching ageing
is only something in the mind, we need not bow to it –
well, he was wrong
The body aged despite every mantra claiming it must
follow an eternally young mind inside and stay young
also – forget it, reality still is a complete and unbroken
line of unidirectional decay and change
For a long time I was blinded by reality as tactile fact
unable to feel the thought behind it all & wondering
whether I could ever write a poem about beauty and
love again - but after considering
Reality’s bare outline I saw room enough for a spool
with which to weave dreams even when we are old
and caught bodies immobile - the visions are still
there, we are free to rewrite memories
To reflect all our hopes and dreams in which the
mind continues to infinity…
[Dedicated to Mbulelo Jokweni]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem