A Thread Of Creation Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I am tempted to expose the hidden secret
Because the curtain of my blindness has been lifted
And the mysterious power of the spirit is within me
Uplifting me to the highest peak of my being
Pouring a bucket full of ecstasy into my existence
I am drunk with the unknown
I am a madman in the realm of the sane
Everything I see is hidden
And everything hidden I see
It is a beautiful existence
Yet it's a prescription for the insane
In every fibre of my being
I am a thread of creation
I weave through the web of existence
And everything I say is laced with madness
I am a spirit poet
Possessed by Silence
Silence is my mental hospital
And I am full of Silence
It's crazy
To exist beyond the wall of reality
It's foolishness to tread my way through the physical realm
And expect my drunkenness to be unnoticed
I exist in the plane of light
Silence is the knife that opens my being
And my existence is a celebration of the spirit
I am a thread of creation
I am Love

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