Chanda Mwenechanya (19th April 1992 / Chililabombwe)
Adrift on a sea of time,
from a tree wind shook,
a seed of unknown consciousness
moves up as seconds lift it
comes down as seconds pass it,
yet moves forward with graciousness of sea.
A deed whose inception was sight
sight of sand on the edge of sea.
Adrift on a sea of time.
A seed paces slowly,
where waters and winds merge,
where birds cannot feed
and hope for sand on the edge of sea.
Amidst the waters
it hardens its coat to water
but softens it to the plant,
a plant that grows inside its coat.
The seed carries the trees life.
For with passion it stays afloat,
the sea fails to drown it unlike a boat.
The sea erodes the sea floor,
'SALVATION dear seed' the floor pleads,
but the sea fails in its quest to sink it to the depths.
Such is an odyssey
a journey of unseen love
all in a seed on sea.
Adrift on a sea of time
the seed wobbles with water
as waves move back and fourth-an act of despair,
for the sea knows not where to go.
Awakening hope begets bubbles
spheres of life from underneath.
Winds blow taking the sea to a beach
the seed of peach if peach be love,
follows in accord as the speed of sea doubles.
On the shores,
the sea spurts the seed out to the beach,
unsatisfied the sea ebbs
and vomits it farther and farther unto sands of the beach.
A true vomit of surrender!
There on the sands
the seed bulges as lands bury it.
Now fully conscious after imbibition
of all emotions of sea.
It ruptures and germinates in a ditch,
the germination of love in the sands of my heart.
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